Words without meaning, empty sound from perfect mouth.

Beloved serpent- tears birth more than forgiveness in a wounded heart!

Endure Empty sweetness, echoing bohemian villages and promises.

Safety spirals, bound by transgression you fail to jump the skipping record.

Flesh from my soul, Strangled by shining pearls you slip into mediocrity.

What colour is the phoenixes resurrection, who can bare its flame.

From this cocoon no butterfly immerges, the wings to weak to frail in its creation.

In a world reigned by vacant specters the tiger wanders, safe from scrutiny and wasted days.