Mine eyes appear from the water now.
Am I bleeding?
Yes, I am bleeding.
And I like it.
Leave me be,
let me rein.
She likes it when it rains.
I like the clouds, and I like the grey.
And I am flushed, with insincerity, and garlic,
lots of fucking garlic.
Welcome to the world of my insane.
'I like it here,' she says.
She likes it when it rains.
