Doktor Plague, it is so, so
Have we met again? Unexpected visit,
I do not pray to thee, I do not believe,
O god, do you hear me, I, non-believer
Whomever gloom down over me?

The tears shower down upon cobblestone
Outside, the blood through my veins --
Sweet honey, pumping, a jet turbine.

Yes, I have mistook the neon “OPEN” sign
as a window of opportunity again.
I, little god, I, lonesome
Aphrodite wails, and the flowers bloom

For I will grasp the executioner’s hood,
my hands encircling, as such silver goblet
Should I call to them, O, guillotine lover
The eden garden blossoms, snug in
brain, the fruits have fermented --

No intoxication could substitute,
thou speaking is nor sober, nor drunk
the big hush, silent actions