dance among the rotten fingers
a plaything for the death itself
spread your hems, cover the disease
blooming on your skin – tiredness sinks deeper
like a needle dosing sedatives

wild jig of the sleepless one
mute colors, torn spiderwebs
you embrace the night with trembling arms
seeing all sick patches, all hidden monsters
pale and weak, reminiscence of frail life

dance on the iris of the day
blind it, cut it through, sink into the pool of tears
we are decomposing alive
you – craving for the time to stop
me – so it never stopped again

kiss me with your blue lips
my beautiful undead
my stunning dream; I want to love your closed eyes
admire your silence
yet I long for your voice
breaking through the quiet stillness