I glisten your silk woven skin
with the my lips
As I watch him annihilates into a swarm of specks as
he watches me disappear
Stranger pests reappear
As he twists with his ear

Palm on my pinky finger
The fog fills the space with stinger
between our brass stars linger
An offer to eternal hell
how couldn't l Accept it well ?
Joseph is collecting clues to a catastrophe
I guess it's an atrophy
the hermit tore the strings of a
violin
A serenade full of siren

"Pourquoi tu vis"