Lost vibe

I find again its lost

vibe, the Phoenix-bird's molten

delicate touch. I want to

feel the bowl of warm moist

eternity sustainable of love the night.

I will sing arias of nirvana

When opening the gate springboard

bottomless climax.

He's the prince to change the format

spine posture does not

every man should hold together.

All thoughts of the wise are

Lost in the world. I remember

yet my fingers turning

their hair. I was then as

Beauty in bloom, still glow

dry flower by law. I live in a hectic

a moment away from the devil's paradise

right in other countries. time will

to stand against the wall, where there is

Now the summer, where the morning dew?

I am weary of it, when the men

are no longer iron, they are

just plain pig canned bovine meat and overweight

too young bear near the tomb.