pieces of flesh, belonging to your body,
fall into me like biscuits.
a hunger of biscuits, claimed by my stomach,
rejects in me like the light
of your heart.
I prefer blindness,
and darkness...
cause you to me are too much of a soul.
you' re the light absorbed by the moon
and in every dream I ever dream of,
you fade into my mind like a planet fades into a black hole.