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This is one that I’m kinda proud of. It are 4 poets belonging together.

like water

healing is your voice
I drink
from your hands a drip
many colors stinge me
they pain me like water
and your eyes are deep
troubled like my thoughts

drunk I am

like fire

hot is your eye
I swallow
from your hair a scent
many colors steal me
they pain me like fire
and your teases don’t fail
troubled like my thoughts

one thousand degrees I am

like ice

cold is your memory
I bite
from your heart a piece
many colors caress me
they pain me like ice
and your moves are in vain
troubled like my thoughts

ice ice cold I am

like wood

sealed is your body
I caress
from your head a hatred
many colors strengthen me
they pain me like wood
and thin are your whispers
troubled like my thoughts

I bend, I bend
and split

Billy Corgan, December 2, 2008 : "Not everyone understands our death trip. But you do. And that's what matters."