The death of a beautiful woman is the most gossiped topic in the world
bruised soul falls into a splendid tear.
pixies wings spreading to soiled victims
golden balloons in heaven’s tombstones.
heart is kind and heart is cruel.
in the beginning there were
just sensual dreams and love butterflies spinning,
in the heat of madness just
troubadours poems and blurring smog,
in the end just doomed solitude and ominous smoke.
somehow I still am addicted to you.
somehow after misleading misfortunes
I still am in love with you.
guilt in my head at last vanishing,
search for my crucified shadow in a paradise lost.