The sight of dead colors haunt me

With spiders crawling on me from my smoke

And dark lips chasing away my dreams

I found pleasurable vices with cost

On corners of my world

Bleeding moons cried every month

And selfish kings raped the souls they owned

Coward men left their wives alone at night

And hid within the arms of sirens

Smells of shame arose from my mother

Loud cries came with every inch of freedom

Vulnerable fairies had given up love

And were selling their powders to support a family

Of bastards and criminals growing endlessly

In their wombs.