His Entropic Highness by M. Gira The drunken man is a stupid , self-deluded fallacy . Now fucked by three dogs : bitter loss , arrogance and jealousy . With brittle claws we scratched familiar walls for our dusty food .But you nurtured me , and I kissed your broken fingers and their calloused grooves ... Now am I rising up into the melting yellow-red sun . My body is color bleeding , returning to the place where all colors will burn ... I need to be burned , burned by your delicate hand, beneath your white transparent skin , I need to be there with you now, I need to be there with you now , I need to breathe you in ... Beneath your clear forgiving gaze , to finalize the pain , though I could never compensate , for the wounds that I have made , for the violence I create , for the trust I will betray ... I need to be there , right now ... Forgive me now , please forgive me now...