Waterbaby

And this is the second one...

You're heart is served cold
You're sights are set in perfect stone,
And when you go you go alone,
And when you stand you're on your own,

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

We're nothing like friends,
You have no time to lend,
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame,
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame

You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again

Random laid plans,
40 days of one night stands,
And when you go you go alone
You walk the cross you made your own

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

Precious

My friend Zephir sent me an e-mail. With a song and a picture. Twice. This is the first one...

Precious

I feel precious

Ways of the unknown true

Bathing

In your present

I despise what isn't you
Precious

I feel precious

Writhing in the way

Dripping

Onto slivers

Screaming for screaming sake
Precious

I feel precious

And so afraid

Cracking

Slowly cracking

Under the neon ray
Precious

I feel precious

Writhing in the way

Dripping

Onto slivers

Screaming for screaming sake