Everyday everywhere, I see lifeless,
soulless corpses walking down cold lonely streets,
the methamphetamine dreams distort focus, their tongues;
the serpent speaks, obsidian
A grey funeral hearse passes by, with the scent of lotus flowers burning,
a still mourners winters sky
Dark nebula creeping up upon my spine,
it is like breathing liquid with deaths passion, tasting like crimson wine
Bruised lips A heartless kiss And a wave goodbye