The maid is only humble because she must be
For her master won't be humble to her if she isn't

Perhaps you think you're special to her
But that's the reason you're not

Hemorrhage must be
The deepest
Form of love

S urely you know there's no
C onversations to be had but you're
R elentless as ever.
E veryone wonders why you bother
W ith your sad, sad attempts.

U ninstall your hope and stop
P rying at carcasses with a silver spoon.

I could become friends with the
Night-dwellers
But what if I become healthy again

I think they'd take me back
I also think two-thirds of me and a pair of drowsy eyes would like that

The Devil dances on my tongue
And my thoughts

I enjoy it egotistically
And silently

Everyone has such sharp arrow eyes
They pierce the throats of the feeble
And cancel out their words