I'd rather like
to die in Venice,
city of d**hs
and regrets.
Lightly suspended
on the edge of
re-a-li-ty,
dream of marble and mud.
I've a life to drown,
forgive and forget,
loves betrayed ('n') things undone.
But now I long for
one more cold kiss,
like a dead man
very last wish.
I walk through alleys
leading nowhere,
shadows asking me
how deep would be this sea...