I am going to show you just exactly what I mean when I say
Get away from me,
and just exactly what I mean when I say
Never show your face again.

You don't even have to ask, because I am going to tell you
You're a worthless pig,
and there won't be any questions left.
Your head is empty inside.

My dear, it's all so simple and painfully plain, you see
I want you to touch me;
I'm a slave to my hormones
*and I'm sorry I hurt you so.

My life
stretches before me like a
wide, fallow field.

I could plant seeds--
watch them grow
and someday have a field
which thrives;
or

I could light it
on fire.

This darkness is absolute--
but never empty.
You cannot see, but
your hands are still here.
I am still here.

I cannot shine
candlelight
upon quiet birds in the nighttime.
I cannot bring
starlight
upon dew-covered leaves of grass.

But I can hold you
steady.

And when you open your eyes
to the beauty of
dead men's clouds,

then your sunshine will show you--
the darkness isn't real

and it never was.

You are alone.

I can see you now,
in my ever-omniscient
mind's eye.

You are alone, and
you are unhappy about it.
You are sitting upon the floor
wringing your hands,
wishing that days did not exist
and nights were not
so dark.
You are thinking
of how cold the air is
and how silent the house is.

Yes, you are
exactly as I want you.
I laugh, triumphantly,
bitterly,
miles away with
my eyes closed
to the nighttime and to
reality.

The walls here are white.
White?
Quite.
The walls here are quite white.
And so soft, inviting --
little whispers
laughing -- ha ha --
could I but once
see them and not desire to
      fly through them --
  ha -- but my hands --
bound to these hips --
a waist.
Waste.
Mine?
     Do let's try to be careful.
Careful,
   careful.
Circles --
  aah -- circles.
White?
Quite.
  Nice clean labcoats --
let's try another example --
  Maybe this time we can --
Quite?
-- understand.
The walls
           white
    are here
Quite
      to understand...
-- Ha ha ha --
Circles.
    If you are not
already,
       I am quite --
Quite --
          white --
     sure --
                I can bring you
D
  O
    W
       N
    and you can run
  circles
Drown
          ha ha ha
     around this
                  quite
                          white
    ­       table --
                    bed --
go insane.
      Do let's try to be careful
                              with this one.
And see?
          Yo soy
                     feliz
        estoy muy contenta
                        aquí.
       No quiero estar --
                  estar --
           ser en cualquier
                             otro lugar.
              ¿Miras?
                      ¿Sí?
         ­   Ay, circles, circles,
                y el oscuridad --
                         closes in
                 around
                                   me
                                me
¿Blanca?
         Quite.
Estoy aquí
                        with you.
                                Los ojos --
                           sí, y el alma --
                       ay --
                                 me duele.
Señor -- good, good sir --
         put me down --
                  ayúdame a dormir
        porque these circles --
White?
                    Quite.
              -- so tiresome.
     walls surround
              me?
                      me?
      What could you want
                              with me?
                           Me?
               Escaping --
      turmoil.
                  You must leave --
          this chair --
                     mine.
               Not thine own.
       This booke is mine to
                               be writ.
                Ha ha --
                    ha--
         This mind travles
                   c    i    r    c    l    e    s
As if I were ever so good
                              a writer --
                    speaker --
           repeat me
                      repeat me
                               repítame
                          Me me me
                                      duele.
Ay, señor --
             mátame,
                    por favor.
       Yo no quiero vivir en este lugar.
                                Quiero --

                             dormir.

                  Forevermore.

White?
Quite.

Small, twinkling star,
out before your siblings,
shining bright before the
dusk has fully set.
I don't know what you are,
bright star,
but you are mine.
At least for tonight you are mine.

Sitting above the trees
in a darkening blue abyss
I can see through my window
between the slits in the blinds
how you move
slowly ever downward in the sky.
Let down your silvery hair
and leave a trail of stardust
to my windowsill.
I don't know what you are called,
but tonight I call you mine.

And as the darkness
filters through my window and
crawls along my bed
I will watch you descend the heavens.
Bright celestial body,
outshining the waning moon tonight,
I will sleep beneath your caresses
and dream of your embrace.

If you like me, then like me.
Smile like you like me.
Talk to me
Listen to me
Hold the door like you like me.

If you want me, then want me.
Kiss me like you want me.
Treat me
Embrace me
Hold me like you want me.

If you love me, then love me,
and I will love you in return.

I will smile,
I will talk,
I will listen
because I love you.

I will kiss you,
I will embrace you,
I will hold you
because I love you.

But if you do not love me,
please don't tease me.
If you do not love me, then
hold me like you want me.

If you do not want me, then
hold the door like you like me.

If you do not like me, then
tell me.

Otherwise I'll continue to
smile at the open window
because I love you.