Pain

My ghost in the fog like a faded cornflower
Your pelvis against mine, a bit of warm in the winter
Science of lying, my blood's dripping, you murderer !

I have your mark on my skin, dark witness of your hate
I have your face on my hands, follow my look through the bone
The soul hidden on your skull, and the strip, slowly, penetrate
The flame of my youth, my name carved on the stone.

..o.O.Ly.O.o..