A lonely woman`s curse

Use me, take me, forget me

And choose me again and again

between women who had lost sense

in this war of glance and romance.

New meanings of Earth baptized

In this hypocrite ritual:

Fuck me, fuck me good,
like I am the first and last

Beautiful, brilliant, fucked up history

In a gay-homo sapiens mystery.

But nothing is certain in life

Not even death.

If the world could just know

how many thoughts can describe

an individual`s consciousness

In which he seeks insanity,

Then, they will reinvent inventing,

Seeking answers in morality.

Imagine artistică realizata de catre Andrei Buzatu.

Prelucrare imagine: autor.