The pain of the night, flows in the blood.
I move in the sun, hot and bruised.
From palace to hut, clock moves backward in time.
The children of love are going nowhere.
Space in space, flame in flame void fills the entire darkness.
The mutation was incomplete.
Unpetalled, roses are scattered.
The fruits of impeccable perception went awry.
Helix now uncoils giving pain.
Futile strength wavers and the apex burns.
A glint throws the outlines in tizzy.
Sharp stings spread the venom.
A breathless anguish, conjectures a dream of death.
