Let it go, do not touch it,
you had been negating the bare truth...

Dismembering the wreath,
he went on celebrating his own demise...

Let it be as such,
my long cut tear...

Messengers are out,
dynasty strikes...

A surreal religion comes, straight to altar.
The doubts shift, organise the intolerance...

My brothers killed me for a song
an antithesis to kiss for a chaste tree...

It was a fractured miscarriage.
The system groaned like a huge cow...

The questions haunt
the genes who could't stay...

The moon scrambles on
the fragrance of the trees...

Using me,
I take a refuge in desire...

Let me think without thoughts
to measure the mind, feel the crunching of words...

The journey is brutal when you arrive nowhere
striving for unsaid perfection...