There is no co-incidence
Or isn’t fate either?
No need to hate
Or to be a believer
The real is not real
The unseen is seen
Worlds seem to blend
And only believe to be

Don’t ask her neither
Lies will only come
From the cold sweat of
Your fever
Formless less pain
Passion swallows all
Reality disappear
Into wordsmith hieroglyph

Drinking cold into night
Roads that never end
Only begin forever
Don’t take her hand
Spit drenched face of fate
She’ll eliminate you
If you leave her

Drink the night
Thoughts of her cross my lips
Freedom is illusion
Fairies in the silence
Goblins in the ghost
Tattered remnant of touch me please or
Believe her