The god of love never gets over anyone.I am the god of love.

I am so full of eyes I am going blind.In the dark the god of love can find me.Does it have to be silent?I am going to go alltheway dark.

I think I am still holding on.Even dead I am still here.Even dead the light.

Meet me at the block clock.

My angels are probably lonelyAlso disillusioned with meI have always felt the presence of a disappointed being

god feels like a dollpassed from suffering personto suffering person.

I waver becauseyou shouldn't just fill one spacewith the unclarity of another.

Invent a fantasy to save meand project it on another body.I don't think I am worthy of rescue.

I see loversand they are not real.