the libido-box

Show me your troubled mind,

and have a walk, perhaps a talk with my demons

and once and a while you might get to see the glinse of an angel

hidden on the street, in an alley or perhaps a feather will slightly touch your freckled nose and bless you with curiosity in peace.

But no matter how curious the feather of angels' sight might seem,

the walk with a demon shall stay undefined, and so you shall always take a walk on the dark side to find unanswered answers, who'll stay numb in my libido-box 'till death do us part.