In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken...

An earthy scent
rises, when...

The lust overtakes
the content...

The dust to dust phase
in between, you...

When clouds were
drawing graffiti on sky...

I will deceive the immortality
in my inadequacy, between myself...

You are made to
love, deadly and chaste...

Into the dark enters the blue;
a homeless song punctures the cloud...

Nothing was beholden.
Colony counts were perfect...

Nothing other than,
he was hearing...

Sitting in ivory tower
you will watch a tragedy...

What is that of this,
I will ask from the question...