Мужчина, самовыражайтесь быстрее
Why the desire for death.



A clean paper or a pure

white hall. One false

line, a scratch, a mistake.

Unerasable. So obscure

by adding a million other

thracings, bled it,

cover over.



But the original scratch

remains, written in

gold blood, shining.



Desire for a Perfect Life