Fiction distorts reality
The invention of clocks
21st century at full steam
Rocket towards the divinatory horizon
Walls of phantom in my suffering,
My life is an Edelweiss splashed with blood
Realism of the flowers of evil
My heart lurks in darkest corners,
Funereal and dirty discos,
The sun protects my vows,
And love, thick film,
Photographs my blackened conscience
In a thousand desperate flashes
My life is a gothic novel,
A tasty terror,
Traveler, standing on the lake shore,
The aerial fumes, your myth still on my tongue
The fog has covered our souls,
And my heart is still torch
In this ocean of sooty lies