such, such, the pain of love,
which crawls inside my skin,
and scatterers toxic filth around,
and merges into sin,
such, such, the time of day,
when rotten food is left,
and creepy crawlies jump at me-
an enraged, frenzied theft,
such, such, the passion flows,
as bugs start crashing round,
and set their creepy crawly bomb,
my heart is smashed and ground.








15 old applause
