The Mask ~

Cheapness is just a mask

to the incapable of mercy

In the honesty of their zero,

that’s where I Love Them

With lightning, they separated in two

body from soul hook

Do whatever you want to the bodies

The opium inside is nobody’s business

It is inversely a honey

This lightning I searched for tonight

Words are leaven for a song

Let the aromas pass

– like a puff of smoke, the image

Wearing revealing clothes hides a lot

Even if they appear to be undressing

They wrap veils around the hips

They wrap their hips around borrowed poles

The veils open, but the cold remains intact

They have a passion half for life-like death

They have a breath they waste,

Saying that they are always waiting for something

crimson their open door

In the age of innocence

I wanted to cross it and save them

Imprisoned and without following too

I know I love their beginnings

I fear their endings

Because they are fatally written