Why don’t you embrace me as me,
as who I am...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...

Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...

I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

Everything is so awful
and bad...

Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...

Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...

It is not faith
that casts the spell...

Look
how inflated I am...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...