Hunger, thirsty of the deep touch
Vulture of the punctum on my soul
Anger, fury and collapse, I'm a living corpse, a beauty fan
Flesh and bones, aura and souls
Bodies enter, people don't, I feel alone
Amazed by feelings: I'd like to be a cloud
To rain every pain desires cause me down
But I'm the mist that once grabbed and kissed
The one you never trapped, the one you never miss
I want to
