Words were unable to explain the darkness of unholy marriage,
of terror with chrysanthemum.
And bullet did not know the target it flew on command
to kill the smell of a man.
My song now hangs like a dirty laundry on the wall of peace.
Death of green eyes, must come in few days.
The lamps will mourn for the light.
I wonder sometimes, when time comes
How I will kiss death
And how death will embrace me.
