uncertainly you may stay today
before i run far far far away today
and leave behind cutted rind withered in kind
from lack of life, love is blind.

for him too, i think i said once before, a nice
little place inside is prbly waiting for his memory's slice
of me and me and me and me before the we reduced to smidgens pecked to death like pigeons at a crumb
on the floor; @ the hearth now, loving along with him in a heart humming humming our song
it sometimes means something more than just wrong. do i belong? should i be strong? srsly dick, come along.

and just because i always go back to what i thought i never really leftinfront i must try to rhyme and reason
and play like treason cause i'm always saying for everything a season. why must death of any life scare me?

om tare tuttare ture svaha