Why am I the last one to read
Letters of a lunatic to his sister
Decode adjective by colors
May’s oxygen
Your breath in my mouth
Icy whirlwind under the cape of my city
Where the truth lay

I do not know the names of 260 husbands
Of your mistresses
Facial love cramp of
27 names for tears

What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes

Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world 

Archibishop dropped to look around
Mistakes into bonfire to put
Violence built on water

It always starts like that
Fields of death…
Landscape of some nuclear war