...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see...

when the dead paint with white hands
a laughing silence on the wall
the sleeper whispers still
unfold nymphic hands

mother silent sings goodnight
peacefully the child smiles
with so true eyes
in the brothel laughter dwells

poison - running through my veins
my fever glowing eyes
death's hand reaching out for me

To be continued...