Vita Sexualis (en inglés)

Vita Sexualis
I point up my third finger,
for if I nod I won't be able to go back.
Now I end up having to wait for the first train in the morning.
There's no other way. Oh how I hate rain!

Every night has a price tag attached to it.
NO CLAIM, NO RETURN!
Until the alarm clock rings,
I'm a sleeping beauty covered in thorns.
I'm starting to have trouble breathing.
Please unbuckle these straps.
I groan loudly in the chasm of suffering.
As though it is a mystery,
I search for the perpetrator.
The mirror laughed when I pointed out my finger.
Even if I try to escape, I only end up in another cage.
I opened up my mouth for sex.
The number of my negative emotions has increased;
they are the neon light, and I'm a dancing moth attracted to them.
I thought I was merely choosing not to move,
but when I had come to my senses, I realized I was unable to move.
All my voice is stuck in my throat.
I swallow it down on the top of a tower.

Whenever I receive a call, I let down my hair.
I'm a caged bird.
"I feel lonely. I feel lonely."
When I utter so, hordes of princes gather around me.
Although a man is right beside me,
we are not even talking.
My iPhone illuminates my face in a blue hue.
This bouquet will cost five cents.
I let my wound open up for sex.