My thoughts are blur, don't know what's real
Confusion inside is what I feel
I grab my paper and my pen
My way to let my feelings mend
They go together like needle and thread
My feelings inside is what you'll read
There is forever
in her marble teeth,
in her honey-snake tongue,
in her tiger-striped skin,
in her torn-edge soul-
she is beautiful.
And as she breaks
through the earth,
she will haunt the light,
as a ghost,
as the night.