healing stitches when i just want to lay in my bed   and be comforted by the delicate touch of insomnia   conjoined with this cancer   we are one   i beg the son to ease this   i bear the scars of this   but i will suffer this. to be closer to you   this test   artificial lights shine on me   before i breathe anesthesia   in my room, the lady in the radiator sings me songs   i ask her, if you sing to me, will you become human   answers escape through your fingertips   as you shut the door behind you   now we can live