Allow my soul
To feel the power of a kiss
Power that spills the tears
As I touch upon their sweat taste
And learn the salty taste of blood
Blood this word that has been writing in anguish
Over and over
Aware of its worthlessness
This is your dark world !
Can you hear the silence
Rustling in the air ?
There used to be the sun
Beneath lay the eyes of serviles
Ready to perceive
The sweat dream about some strange hands
Ushering me to the throne
And to the Queen
Where I am to experience the delicate taste of beauty
Trying to be drowned in its swallow waters
Is pointless like the ocean of hope
My sarcasm feeds on my loath to hatred
I just have to admire you
You the little man
Imprisoned in your own tissue
Yet, restlessly progressive
Superimposed image of machine !