I am absolutely at your mercy
like a little fun trapped in barbwire...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

What difference does it make
whether everything is happening in this corner, or...

People only see the act
they do not see the puppeteers...

If you do not have conscience
You do not hear them...

Trapped in the body of a snake
driving a car in the country road...