What erased this scenery

So that I could fancy ridicule over pity

And enrace whatever mocked the sky

Two hands made these hearts

That trembles before me

My loss of grace

(Their earthly figure with it's marbled face)

I link the two

In my heretic poetry

Rain falls silently

I am the portal

A layer of dust

A burdened insect that betrayed their lust

I licked their wishes in reverie

And soaked their crystal trust

What screamed so annoyingly

That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories

Gloves and masks are these eyes

to stare so awfully

At my malignant heresy

A rat conducted the angels,

to sing hysterically,

songs that whipped their wings

and opened walls of gloss

Rain falls abruptly