our lives are now a
                                     taboo.

we didn't ask for this.
we didn't ask for anything.

     but then isn't that just how this
                        funny, little
                                  life
                                          works?

my existence is now a fantasy:
            I am walking in a dreamworld.

thick, black clouds of melancholia hang low over my head,
though there is not really a true cloud in the sky.


what does this all mean?


I am searching in my innermost depths
       for some answers.


                         fire

I feel the great heat collecting in my small heart,
          this circle of fire.

     Oh, Elizabeth!
     Muriel's been missing,
     Won't you help me
             find
                 her?

we are dancing on lost graves.