Like toothache.
Would hear the voices...

More searing?
in fog of love...

You walk through me
opening the portal of...

To sell the half-truths?
of lies, you quit...

In a pinch of light,
waiting it to happen...

In everyday life
you pick up a war with a...

Buried in a shiny grave,
a redefined religion...

Blindfolded you wanted
to catch the moon...

Hiding behind the faces,
you had pushed me to the edge...

Listening to the voices of silence?
of beautiful triangles...

The bull's-eye on
your chest, the black marker...

Bleeding the planet
between life and death...