It began as a song, but I could never finish it.
Strange that I should be wasting yet another song on you:
My only living phantom, shall I
Peel away your flesh today?
Somehow I keep replacing the distance covering you:
My heartfelt apparition, my
I spy through this keyhole a life with my eye
I live for the people whose pain and nullify
My own. . . .
Reap me from my hole
Twist my stem and
Make me invisible
(Make me invisible) again.