Poezja

Talking of morality abuse 
and implanting of false truth, 
words stammer. 
 
A fiery birth after 
the mist. I intend to collect 
the dark energy of beyond. 
 
A pillow dance waits 
for the inevitable death. 
Only one eye will see the moon. 
 
You bend back, 
open the eyes thirstily. 
Let Venus unwrap the breast- 
 
and start swimming 
in gunmetal sky for the final 
journey of delinquent mind.