Go outside the room
And ask, you understand, right?
Plants make no noise.

living with a mind this
gladly doing the ***** i do not aspire to
very slow clap because my hands are full
& the thrill is gone
spending days friendless, loveless
in loneliness
nothing lies within
no pleasure coming
wearing mask, cannot take it off
easy task, only fake sweetness
wrenches me bad, even god
must get the blues

Rain, rain hard would it.
Common unhappiness, cool.
What's very easy.

"It gets better."
"I cannot see that."

"One day you would."
"But when is one day?"

When a wound heals, it doesn't immediately disappear. "It takes time."
"I run out of time."

Time is a mere man-made concept, nothing more. "Please don't say that."
"Yeah, I knew I shouldn't." Innocence is somehow socially accepted yet purity and honesty aren't.

"I hope you understand." What's said and left unsaid. They all matter and I hope you understand. I really do.
I wish you did understand. "I do. I completely understand."

Am I dancing too wild, or, do you not know what is it to be human?
Even from the first time you saw my mother's blood,
I've been man-made ever since,
I've been completely aware of it,
My whole life, it's always been plastic.
But soul resists, and brain screams,
And heart keeps the beats out of rhythm, all the time.
Strange & complex animals humans are.

Was Tuesday, pale and gray
Hungry, stray, cold as the cat
It happened then, stayed
Come any near, you are slashed

If I had, I'd give you
Time, forever, mortal
Wings to fly, hands to pray
Eyes to close, lungs to shut

For another cry, good and dry
Without skin, melt a touch
No heat, no cloud to lift
Was Tuesday, all the saints' lips

What astronomer, the stargazer
What is it like from above?
What metaphor, such tongue
Warmth matters not any longer

Your stomach is real, I can feel it,
More than the womb, through
The first petal I ever adore,

Your rosey skin
In a burn, moonlight-glazed,
Silvery, beautiful.

Your blinking pores, angelic,
No one breathes, I
Know it from the very beginning.

Heavenly and emotionless,
A useless throat,
Ungrateful neck,

Cracking voice and weak whistle,
Childlikely broken.
Your stomach is real, I

Know it from the very beginning,
Dry and sour, clever and hygienic,
Scentless and free,

Beautiful.