into the outdoor with a dark glance backstaring into my soul with a jolt is Lucestardust and wonder his manner jestfulhe is by himself todayhis entourage left at the gatemy mind unwindsturning the locks I let him into my...

echoes the madness, what a thrillneedy seduction isn't my thingchoosing to repel more than seducean awkward and an odd darklingsinister desire makes me weakso I still my mind of such thoughtsentering into my domain, I listen to the hostwho...

Tuck tuck tuckI hear it every dayTuck tuck tuckLike a car scratchingAnd againTuck tuck tuckRoutine is killing me.