Poezja

You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.

The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.

The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.

Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.