Lignes invisibiles

Wine, wine, wine, wine, wine, wine!

– how many more times I am going to scream wine

before I realise that all the bodies,

which never met were meant to meet

and all the bodies who met were meant to fall.

Wine, wine, wine, wine and wine again

I scream

as my heart flies away for another dimension

being now replaced by that mechanical pocket watch

hanging down my throat, reaching my chest

tic-toc, tic-toc!

my heart will go on

and wine will pour down my mouth

A dark red vomit – vomit of wine, vomit of life and death

because everything I knew was sure

and because I knew, I ended up alone

I just knew too much

The pocket clock keeps ticking until someone finds my body

white as it is and lifeless

with a particular beauty of all the contrasts gathered together

dark, black hair, white, pale…

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