B...about us-06.1999

Look
That's your bed
Stained with blood
Which is red no more
But from today on
It's black
And your hands
Which wanted to touch
Too much
So they've come off
Like flower petals
These are your eyes-
-They've been too greedy
And avid-
-Now they're lying
Here, burnt
Your-or my as well? -
Sins
Were born right here
And they're dieing here too