You are not so masterful
for...
Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...
If doctors found a cure for aging,
Would you take it...
Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...
My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...
a criminal guts and glory is,
a celebration of a century...
a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...
sometimes you cry and
hope your tears will...
You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...
My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born...