First third first thirst burns as a discipline
red rose stinging mental limit wound that still hurts
first third first
I burn with love like morphine
it enters I feel it expands it plays consuming quickly
first I want to be first
don't I? more bearable? no scene
Why? I don't hear why? I don't scream
Why? near and far away
they are my three
First third first everything fades like an endorphin
fluctuating eye eye that limits me fearfully
first I look for the first
impossible to stay in the mood
Why? I don't hear why? I don't scream
Why? near and far away
they are my three
they are my moments of silence, noises just perceived
moments of silence, noises perceived now
First third first I burn with love
how of morphine
enters I feel it expands