For I shall never smile again to any soul.
As my beating flesh has transfigured to darkest coal.

Yet I lay pearl whites more gleaming than a pantheon pillar.
But what lies underneath is the subtle smirk of a serial killer.

I ascend high with the aesthetic of a monarch butterfly.
For what else am I ultimately but an unstable Gemini.

I herd my vulnerable toys to offer my alluring shelter.
Holding the cane not once but forever.

As dawn takes throne on its cosmic plain, a smile I provide.
Through a lunar takeover, Angel falls is flowing inside.

May the cycle of seven replay once more.
It shall not affect the concealed war.

Hidden I have not even a single will.
My wretched sapphires see the pill.
They see the abyss of the water mill.
My ears wish for the fire not to be a mere drill.
Driven towards the symphony of a sawmill.
No one. What is the point ?

Until one who became my checkpoint.