what does it feel like to strip off your skin, to let the outside sneak in, to creep in the shadows, to take a leap in the unknown, to hear yourself groan.
I could tell you, why should I?

Experience the delinquency of heartbreak and tell me,
what do you see?
a black rose?

The wind blows whoever you are and better by far you know,
but I won't be telling you, it's hard enough being me without worrying about who's at the door.