Some unknown night
Stormy yet starry
There lying on tiny little bed
A hairy piece of flesh
With blood turning grey
The thunder within screaming
“Enough is enough”
Incriminating the self
For the founding edifice of silences
Getting rid of oneself
A necessity so absloute

Okay! Yeah, I understand
I thought a way out
Stop holding your robe up and walk
A naked immersion deep down
Breathing your breath
In the chasm of your passion
All conciousness
Mixing into cloud smoke
The carried dust of yours
Turning into moist mesh
Raining on thy choked terrain

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