Weightless down
Because I'm your disease
And I have just increased
To make you hardly breathe.
***
The noises hidden in the night
They're making me fool by making a fright
I look in the dark
And imagination
Starts playing with me
By drawing creatures ...
My mind is on fire,
My body's in sweat
My breath is so slow ...
I can't breathe I bet.
So thin is my skin
It's turning me on
When each time you touch me
I feel inside burn.
My soul is a feather
It's weightless down flies
Through lonesome, far desert
To sweetest desires.
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