when the lover held her hand,
on her chest, he threw his head
Festive music, from hungry drums,
mingled with sounds, ear's venoms
One ear was hearing her heart beats,
the other was stolen by the streets
People were magnets, their tongues lied,
half his body floated, then away he flied.
He mached alone in a crowded funeral,
dressed by butchers, in a suit of betrayal...
He finally believed everything they said...
Convinced that his lover was actually DEAD...