Cough out your lungs,
And witness your blood...
As it pours into the soil like rain...
Your tongue covered in feces...
Disgusting leaves are left soggy...
Under the tree...
...

As each branch falters
So do we,
As we cant see,
The limbs that are being annexed
By our own hands...
Crunching the foundation that is filled with red clouds,
And three black moons...
Not a star is shown,
Not a light has flown,
Over the torture that consumes your ears...
...

Lust
A body covered in roses with cactus-like thorns...
Spreading its tears to your bed,
And you sleep in it everyday...
Cry in it,
Turn in it,
Think in it...
When will it end?
...

When the mouth finally closes...
Your funeral will began,
And thus a new weapon is born...
Medicine for the dead...