Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit.

There goes nights and days
Might mist of preys and prays

I beat myself
Scorched flesh
Stoned flower
Fallen from Grace

Crying lower and louder
Lost for ever and never
Dead hand on my shoulder
In a maze of guilties
A whitered beauty
Through a twisted haze

Where I’ve been kissed every mouth
With too many hands over me
Where we drank every venom
You and me and everyone

What was left?
A little death
For all and no one
This very gloomy abandon.