ugh, you, – my incubus lover, i'm surrounded by ugly souls through their veins flows pus, unfurling up a mephitic smell their gazes suppurate dislike while their smiles are putrid thank god, my flower garden reveals perfume and colors and birds disperse their music, and your imps chase 'em away … ugh, you, the word of my word, sing to me... sing to my desires embrace, embrace my dreams, dreams credible and incredible travel, travel in all my missives chronicled to you by my future there, joviality bears my name, i'm the one who fulfills wishes there, the light of each shadow stimulates the shadow of light … ugh, you, – my incubus lover, word of my word, – i call you
