If I am alone, it will smile
If I'm gazing, it will smell of the soul
While I make smiling face,
It will beckon me
Opening the sexual organ
Of a dark night by the middle finger
A white bone

I know it, an illusion
I throw myself before it,
Screaming, standing erect
To a dark cave
And am crushed by the bone
In the end of the world
Spouting my brains, tearing my soul