I Think I Made You Up Inside

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.

The Moon, Also, Is Merciless: She Would Drag Me Cruelly, Being Barren. Her Radiance Scathes Me. Or Perhaps I Have Caught Her.

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defenseless That I Couldn't Do It.