Vacuum

I am putting on my snow-white gloves;
They are brighting like a diamond dust,
Tightening my tiny fingers,
Then I'm getting ready to plunge this sparkling
Scalpel into your elastic belly.

You're lying, pale and silent, and moving is not
Your nature tonight, poor lamb.
Your sight focuses on a long light bulb and
Reflects its blind fire like a filthy thief.

What else have you been doing in that fucking club?
Did you hear that horrible bang, tooking away your memory?
How many dirty sluts did you touch in corners of public bathroom?
I know, they were screaming loudly and laughing horsy, begging for more.
The Bastard!

I don't need to mumble dumb questions;
Your internal organs will tell me the truth.
Here and now, I will be your judge, your Anubis,
Hungry Ammut, thirsting for your worm-torn corazon.

You don't deserve peace, don't deserve darkness.
All, that remains, is nothingness, and you will be drifting
Alone in deadly sand for the rest of empty eternity.