Unfortunate the hoax

that you are not immune

For if beauty was hurt

Like children naked and misused

We would aspire towards

States of disturbed emotions

And never need to mirror off

Like shadows of a greater joy

While moralist angels repare

Their heavenly cocktail lounge



In darker institutions

They are beyond discipline

And repentance is no option



But do not despair

I know of an exit

Destruction thinkers travel

The other way around

Where directions are none

And the ground is gone

Such treacherous gates to enter

Even bigger doubts inside

Doors shut from the outsid

And you hear the sound

Of someone walking away



You just disappeared

In a backsweep

Of darkness and stars