a mosquito bite

my friend,

yield,

the emotions precinct will charge interest

if you demand a restraining order

no need, no need

one glance into your effervescent eyes is all it takes

to sweep me

away from this forgotten floor

into a land far away

right beneath where your heart meets the shore

oh my friend,

i see how reality makes you forget make-believe

how it's all unwrapping into the very beginning

but I'm here,

i see you,

i see your self,

and i say,

I'll dance for it I'll cry for it I'll scream for

ever and ever and ever

because you drive me delirious

there is one thing i worship in this world,

what is it?

hmm i think i must ask you to leave,

to turn around,

make a whole journey along the edge of this platform gone wrong,

act quite human myself,

buy new shoes and get real mad

and then meet you

as a parting

Gift

you don't need to understand any of this,

because neither do i

my hands just couldn't help writing them in secret

because i must not know,

i must not know,

so i can join in on this party

where my index finger of our single being meets your ankle,

which also happens to be mine,

after a mosquito bite,

(blood stains in your teeth, the after-taste of iron upon my lips)

gives it an itch,

and continues to walk.

(featuring my grandpa)