The smell of putrefying flesh
cellulitis
Biting off my wedding string
Yes, string, yes, biting
Courage my dear
Courage for me
For us, for her
Why not, please
Lines like watercolor bloodlines
dripping in chalk
Dying would be better
then to surrender my soul
They told me I look like Che
I just look like me I think
Courage my dear
My will shall not be broken by
petty gestures
Courage my dear
Far or near we can
do this