• Ah, this forbidden fruit turns to dust in the lips of this mouth.I lie on this desert of stars and watched the dried clouds pass by.The ash-colored me has counted to three wishing to die.I wish you had broken me into pieces along with these memories.I gather these stars and leave the night a castle of sand.My tiny prayer seems to be fading and these cheeks become sullen.Nevertheless I continue to light it, but fail again and again.Sweep away this castle of sand and with cold hands to you.My love be true yet it screams with doubt and scorn.This forbidden fruit I seek, but my breath has hollowed for Death has followed.And within this sickening fantasy I lie among this desert of stars.My prayer fades to ashes and my world falls to its demise.I wish you had broken me....