For Miranda... I cry for you ... with tears unwashed I feel for you ... with airless lungs I hurt for you ... Forget the saline skin that devoured your sexuallity Forget the thrust of emotions that fills your totality Incurable as it may seem These unclean sheets will be washed If not thrown away Check your foggy mirrors And glue in the shattered glass Piece by piece it will become one Forget satan's saccharinic smile That lures you to the abyss Of never ending self destruct I cry for you... not because of your phallic appetence I cry for you... not because of your massochistic ways I cry for you... because through your eyes I see the emptiness @-- Belle