Those eyes made of glass That beauty is cellophane That form is a Rhythmic passage Meanings one beseech... Raped muse Multiple use. This world in my tongue Inside this warm mouth Is like a half dead whore! She roars, she crawls She's a cold metaphor Sucking my main vain... Small grain Can make a change Mouth is world And word is human Because of the word Mouthful of thorns. I eyes made of glass I beauty is beauty as sin I passion is in pain Self is insane Word is a stain A hurricane.