SLICES
SLICES OF MY LIMBS
FALLING
OVER YOUR BEST COLLECTION OF FEELINGS
THEY ARE STARING AND SMILING
AS FROM A PHOTOBOOK
WHERE ALL YOUR BELOVED ONES
DANCE NAKED
STRIPPED OF EVERY SHAME
AND EVERY FEAR OF EVERY DAY
AND THEY ARE DANCING
DANCING AROUND
LOOSING HAIRS
AS TIME GOES BY
LEAVES ARE RAINING
ON THE CORPSES OF THE CHOSEN ONES
WHILE MAGMA AND SNOW ARE DEVOURING
ANY CERTAINTY LEFT FOR US
SLOWLY TURNING PALE
IN YOUR EMBRACE