This red sanctuary of want guides me through
the sacred breeze - memories of autumn
leaves flying and kissing against trees in
the moonlight. I am backwards in motion
yet forwards with my words, so listen to
the green winter as I give you the wild
despair that is my everything.

Blue green and crimson red,
let them fall on the rainbow bed

Let them mix with porcelain dreams
In baskets of fruits and apples of screams
In touches of the maiden white
Running through streets in skirts

And spill them on the walls
And spill them on the greens
Let this be Satan's Rainbow Quarantine

Let this be life
in a beautiful dream.