Swell… form.... cut in shape…mould…
…and then melt again…to swell… form… cut….
I freeze, I melt, I flow and I reverberate…
I see, I feel, I cry, I die
Anger, anger, anger and anger more…
Intervals of hope and then
the designed deep morbid ditch, all lame
With everything a little shame…
With everytime an ever enlarging loss…
Into the insanity that arches over me,
for the madness that I have lost…