Imagine this
this sequin kiss
to bid the world goodnight.

When may this happen?
Can we stop clapping?
Will we diminish air?
May we begin dying?
Can we start crying?
When will we die here?
I see obeisance too fair,
omen bliss to care,
industrial kiss to bear

Rambling this
this jaded kiss
to burn the world goodnight.

To see,
to see sparrows fighting wind
to break love in kindled flare.
This life, borned to fear and sin
is quenched by fiery air.
To forsake,
forsake all that is loved.
to speak hatred like shattered blood
This little, shray dove
flew to heaven beloved.
This is life to thee
Be freed,
be free to me.
Please love my death,
loathe my breath
and breathe life to me.