I used to wonder,
How deep I'd cut...

The clock strikes midnight
But time is frozen to me...

My mess,
Is clean...

A dark night,
No light in sight...

I sing songs, with no sound.
I write poems, with no words...

A single,
solitary...

A little girl
Ribbons in her hair...

She doesn't scream--
But sings like angels...

The sun sets
On a cemetery.where...

A fussy child
Struggles against...

All is a mess within me.
I am older than those of earth...

I've been a little flirty,
But I can't help it...