Quite sensuous in the air
I sense black bugs near the vapors
Be aware! The Knave is coming
Sinful and dry near the ground
We pull murky flames about the wind
Whoa! The pleasure is born
Sinister and yellow under the bullshit
We poke scary meaning beyond the towers
Repent! The night is vanishing
penniless curious over the horizon
sun on his face With what memories
my likeness come singing
and never catch up
Thanks for reading
