Im - lovelace in dance

I dance in field of rotten flowers
A bloody tears flows down the 3rd eye
I cry, I can't, I can't, my flowers!
To hate or love or to belive.

In deep of middle night I see,
My hypostasis of soul is - dao.
But, what if "we" created by vice?
I see in your eyes just a device.

Manewreck, you can't come down,
You are the creature of twilight night!
Drink the tao of rotten flowers
And deception our hearts now.

You will give me the control at my dao,
When the sun will rise in the morning fog.
How deep I fall with you tonight?
Can you answer to my tortured mind?

A little star, was numbered be me,
She light in the sky of a gorgeos dream.
A dream created by a lie, deceiving she.
But she fly in sky, she is starlight in clouds.

Let's dance in the garden!
Im gardener, my delicate flower,
I use you beauty,
To become blacker than that night!

My heart and ego, soul and mind,
Is as broken in myriad mirrors,
I don't want to take care of you, you're wind,
I want to destroy your mind like spear the mirror.

You are so sweetie and ugly flower,
I tell that I love you and you believe...
My tao! You are not careful with the love!
I'll break your heart and will enjoy the crystal tears on your white face l

Let's dance in the coffin!
With also numbered flowers,
You are only a product of my darkness genesis
What a wonderful ending of this dark blue night!

Im more than human and less than animal
The child of Metamodern,
The Deviantism father, who want from you a stormy story
Not love or hate or life or death, I'm the cart and you are road.

12|23.06.2023