If the dawn should break
and take away this sunrise,
I hope I break, too.

If this were real life,
Ed would have looked at her neck-
bite, dead, burp, credits.

Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.

She would disappear
folded like origami
into her own dreams

The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet--

Haiku je sama samoća.