nzaikina
it was an inner vision
i saw a row of vixens
i was missionless
haunting mansion's corridors
for little reason
i saw them freezing
i saw them freezing
my women vision
they took up space
they looked as sculpted prisms
was then i kissed them
i felt my heart was missing
beatless, i climbed the stairs
i found a child there
she bathed my bleeding beating
my chest, a fountain streaming
i fought with perspiration
i felt the ground below me breaking
i fell some hundred feet the sculptures i saw fell with me
i then fell back to sleep
i then fell back to sleep
the ice it came to melting
the women buried me
'neath the black dirt
her hiked up skirt
my heart beat-beating 'neath the shirt
my heart beating to stay sane
her skin it changed and it changed
her skin it changed and it changed
her skin it changed and changed