Oh you who touched my lips
Hear the beat that resembles my soul
Don’t you ever dare to look away
Don’t dare to gaze your trails of pumping souls
Never sold, always sold out
Take care of your cheeks
The only ones you have
The ones softer than the field of flowers
The ones that was erased by mould
Was made out of killing tenderness
Out of and for killing.
Me I am vulnerable
I break
You my friend
are never steel or stone
Not even sand of the beautiful waters
Of even flesh of the waters
Not flesh
Nor born within
You break as you have been made of broken
You fade as you have been made out of fake