Sucking eyeballs and drinking the rain from my eyelids Like a rose fountain, I wait for the quiet hours, the incense of life To pour myself into work and toil like a diligent machine Lost in the ribbons of midnight passing by like cerulean clouds Undoing the paths I walked through parks reminiscing about the good times Darkness catches me like a snare and poisons my drunken mind The white flesh of disease saying pleasure is natural I come back alive and picture you naked, his brassy shoulders Glowing with sweat like a slow rising sunrise, the spore of fern Fall into my turquoise mouth, kill me like an insecurity Regret in solitude, as hard as I try I can\'t make this feeling go away It follows me like illuminated shadows, the anarchy of new horizons Exploding like the gentle earthquakes of my rubbery fingers I taste the flute of paper bones, the ancient flint of my memories My quartz-like echoing solar system, between my blood-black heartbeats I cough at love, unanswered stillness raging like a wind, beautiful and broken In the mother bear\'s sunflower field, I wake to melancholic birdsongs The lustre of this dreaming town, the birth of addiction Over black stony landscapes dancing like an ocean I become embers I become dewdrops painting love hearts on the walls, ricocheting with sadness Trying to be a better man, now I\'m all grown up I see the black smoke from the window eavesdropping And I feel weak holding onto the fruit of our afternoon conversations Running into the moonlight, the death lake, the blackness of blackberries With screaming yellow skulls, eating grapes and plums and remembering How I dissect myself, with a bloodshot lust for tomorrow The fondness of an absent heart blooms with moons and snails Life bleeding from the eyes, the morality of youth decaying like kindness Like sweetness, like mindfulness, a singing panorama afloat in the world I created From your plastic tears, this drumming mute fever through the years I sit at the café and wonder why I can never get it right And the alarm clock of my marrow never sleeps, and I can\'t speak With an indefatigable desire wedged in my throat I gag and spit and my eyes roll back and my nose is wet with clouds Like a bruised peach, cut at the roots.