The dark sword plunges in ,
at the stroke,i look up to the pain.
as the blood flows out,
my voice shut for a shout.

that vicious laugh i hear,
startled, i become, to be here,
in pain, pulling off my hair,
I want to make it and be a clever hare.

plugs blow in different rhythm.
candles lighten up for the musician,
that his life changes better in an incision,
like a torch put on for a search of schism.

I am in love with,
as i got no wit.
Waiting for that
beautiful moment.