Tell me, how can I stay sane
In this rigged and twisted game...

Hey, ugly girl
You got your...

I trace your veins like roads on a map
Your eyes are oceans...

The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out...

Saffron days faded into sapphire nights
The atmosphere was heady and she got drunk quickly...

I've always loved being the martyr
Cracked like the surface of old stone...

I stood on Death's doorstep and he
Ushered me in, gave me a mug of hot chocolate...

Under the streetlight, dancing
On silken wings...

I was born a poet
And, as a young child...

When I was younger I would chase shadows
I was always in search of a darkness...

I feel like I'm part of a movie
Where I'm the bad guy, the monster...

He sips his coffee
Staring out of the window...