Delicious fire humming my taste
momina do hear my speak and filthy waste...

Random colours sparkling about
missing kisses of love, not thirst...

Where are you, where is my heart
my beat psy or uplifting- torn apart...

My dear brother if you can hear me
sniffing constantly...

Sitting on this pebble beach losing it all,
Losing those few friends that captured my smile...

800 years after that passion,
People walking around-black or white choose your...

Each time I think of you,
My eyes blur, tears too do...

Where I'm at, total shock,
Not caring yet growing my lock...

Three but one on a daily basis,
Mocking the school criteria amongst many faces...

When I delighted in the tele world,
Dancing forever it seemed...

Who am I fooling this daily attention,
Like a child I'm feeling, those looking too many...

Speeding my hands while others taste the smell,
Suicidal thoughts haunting me to go to hell...