Wine, wine, wine, wine, wine, wine!
– how many more times I am going to scream wine
before I realise that all the bodies,
which never met were meant to meet
and all the bodies who met were meant to fall.
Wine, wine, wine, wine and wine again
as my heart flies away for another dimension
being now replaced by that mechanical pocket watch
hanging down my throat, reaching my chest
my heart will go on
and wine will pour down my mouth
A dark red vomit – vomit of wine, vomit of life and death
because everything I knew was sure
and because I knew, I ended up alone
I just knew too much
The pocket clock keeps ticking until someone finds my body
white as it is and lifeless
with a particular beauty of all the contrasts gathered together
dark, black hair, white, pale skin
tic-toc and tic again, death is life and life is death once again!
Pour more wine, pour it all, vomit the world, vomit the acid you have inside
and make your going away, just another spectacle
a spectacle, in which everything moves slow and falls down in small parts,
dissolving , dissolving, everything is dissolving…
My face, my hair, my chest, my legs, my arms, my ears.