Lletres: DrManhattan. Jam Dreams. Camping Ground.

Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand.
I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand.

My esophagus is dry. I am sinking in.
I ain't talk good. What'll I do when I get hungry?

A feeding troll greets my soul.
She seeks control. But me I'm not seduced.
An easy take. Your teeth will break when you'll mistake.
The nipple is Medusa's.

Dad-"Why did you bring them here?"
Foster child-"Sorry dad. I did not know."

Lend me some dollar. But I can't pay you back.
I have no labor. I'm drinking up the fruits of loved ones.

I'm thirsty now.

I wish to warm your skulls with kisses and bold love.
Do you understand?
What'll you do when you get moody?

Eeee, I know. I need to grow.
I've always been slow.
Eating from the giving tree.

I'm full. I'll eat my soul.
You seek control but, me; I'm not seduced at all.

Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand.
I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand