Reveries are too sad to hide beneath your skies,
melancholies are too fragile to hear your cries...
Baby girl don't you know you're no surgeon...
You can't play your body like operation...
Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...
Yell at the top of your lungs,
Scream empty words my way...
The moon is shining through the window
And the winds softly blow...
The corners of
your lips unfold...
La Frileuse
Tilted, staring at destiny, the frame can not...
Put yourself inside the six
Reach down and pull up the zipper on my skin...
Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
The first night I slept without you
I wept...
JESUS
Woke up in a white veil...