اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When you look at me like that
When your guilt rushes up at me
And your guilt rushes over mine
I feel like I'm on fire
And I take a glass, transparent
You give me a slow look up and down
Stare at my stomach
Stare at my belly button
You look satisfied when our eyes meet
I feel on fire, I liquefy
You stare searching for the vices deep down inside of me
Like a scientist looking for a mysterious phenomena
You start speaking tongues
You're so unnatural, unhandled, gentle
When I'm conflicted by the worst, I look up to you
I liquefy and fall on the floor
Sinking, laughing, longing horror
You fall on your knees, bending your limb, growing
I freeze and I liquefy
Amongst your leg, pleased I'm going to stand
Your law is in my vellum, an abstraction
And when that God molecule screams, unconstrained
You're lost in your apocalypse, you transform
Now you have me to shape our sorrows
He pulls his hand out of his pocket
But that is not a hand
And that is not a pocket
I pull a hair out of my mouth
But that is not a hair
And that is not my mouth
