Slain, by your zirconium smile
I was slain by your olivine eyes,
Slain, I was lying in piles, hoping shovels would cast me in.
Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos of you on to me.Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos.
Burn, brand my memory, black tattoo of you.
Wash me with your mouth, blackish bright water from your eyes
Homing pigeons fly to hover by your window white and shy.
Homing pigeons fly to hover by.
Spill my ashes to the wind.
Ghosts gather what they found (ghosts will gather what they found)
Now we can strugle in the web
We can struggle
With white spider stars come down.
And night blowing black from the ground.
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