Fallen into the pits of my mind's hell,
Irritated by the shine of your smiling teeth...

The dominators of western capitalist prostitution,
Rise tall and proud, staring at your tedious...

I am in love with a poet.
His mind so intricate, indefinable...

Counting the tears shed as I fell apart,
Numerical deciphering of a broken heart...

Winding infinite roads. stunning glistening stars,
The moon inundated with exotic Belgian wine...

My dreams are softly diluting into nightmares,
breathing slows; a useless habit without you...

Pain. Tossing in the night,
A twisting, turning, endless fight...

He promised me love.
I believed his words...

Unpeel all the layers of my incomplete soul,
And expose my weak embryonic identity...

Scattered pieces of a broken soul,
How to recollect, need some reconstruction...

I am the perpetrator of my broken heart,
By trusting a man I loved...

You didn't raise this hell within me,
I did that myself...