This thin line.
There's only this thin line.
A thin beeping red line lying across
The in-betweens,
Beeping like the ticking of
A time bomb
This means
life or death to me, see?
Intimacy?

Intima-cy is this line,
Ticking since forever
Intimacy is a corpse waiting
For death, and life is just across
From the other side screaming
her name On the streets of our
Dwellings

Will you hear me,
Can you see me,
Is there something that I can...