There are rats
they claw at my eyes...
I drempt of you…
You were wearing a silk dress...
It didn’t take me a day or two
to realize how he moulded...
When moving forward
Sometimes you need to go back...
If you cannot breath
And often act like a fool...
We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...
Going out
going in...
I close my mind to
the memory, but it...
Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...
My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...
a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...
You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...