Es que el universo es tan sencillo de ver.

She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities, so fragile yet so devious. She continues to see it, climatic hands that press her temples and my chest. Enter the night that she came home, forever. 

Oh, she's the only one 

that makes me sad...

She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic. My Dahlia bathed in possession. She is home to me. I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse. But the stress is astounding, it's now or never she's coming home... forever. Oh, she's the only one that makes me sad.  

Hard to say what caught my attention,

fixed and crazy, aphid attraction.

Carve my name in my face to recognize such a pheromone cult to terrorize. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I'm a slave and I am a master. No restraints and, unchecked collectors. I exist through my need, to self oblige. She is something in me  that I despise. I won't let this build up inside of me...

She isn't real...

I can't make her real...