Romance will soon be ours

18:00

The crystal ball illuminates
And the golden syrup drowns

Thickening the blood with absinthe mind
Envy takes over
- the gluttonous kind

Up-side down then go the flames
Deeper and deeper, burning its way

The future is shown. Claimed.
The shut eye. Till again. 

grated granules

When a grown man commits a series of crimes,
his neck doesn't fit the tie.
He whispers into his ugly locks
to let the blood of the lost drip drops

Cringing his nerves and cracking a laugh
he thinks his luciferous ghosts have passed

But under the dried up skin he knows
his crimes surpass, but the criminal masts - writhing the holy

Squeezing through dots of grey and black