Weightless down

                Oh, hate me, please,
                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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