addicted to worshipping, a human

see yourself through another/'s

beware of those, whose eyes are foggy and empty,

there is not a name i would take and make my own

my hands will be reaching forward in one single movement,

collected in one single place for too long

when i was small i thought i was tough

play and play and touch the strings

that tasted like beauty

don't tell me someone's better

i don't know why i'm miserable

do you believe in the universe?

please, don't make me say that

while the ghost of the monster's fist

like a credit card transaction

those eyes have judgement inside them