This is a sickness that embraces me warmly.

Something obscene. A machine that speaks for me.

It makes me nervous...

I miss you though. I wish that I could kiss you slow.

There's a shadow on my heart and it goes against.

The feuding sea. This house is empty including me.

I don't wish to be alone but what am I supposed to do?

Being sung to sleep each night by the ghost of you.

There's only one of us, parallel, nowhere to dwell.

Valuable and rare as well, thinking thoughts we're scared to tell.