Lips cannot
touch liquid forgiveness...

We''ll meet the gallows
under torrid sky...

Everybody run here,
hyacinths are overgrown with blades...

Injustice takes a photo of the world,
unfolding pictures of her sadistic children...

Take my hand,
the one soaked in flames...

Once I had a secret,
had a secret and impaled...

When our pupils are parallel
they emit eclipses, and echo twilights...

Sound unscrews spine of the universe.
I ran after her while she was crying...

Moon's hover around essence
reached its maximum...