Interlude of desire

I break open the gate in my chest

I withdraw a blade of sword from my rotten heart

I chop the beautiful face of the moon

I swing the sword without hasitation to the falling star

Swearings sprang from the cavity of my mouth

Spitting on the broken song of the night

Silvery mist’s frozen

Blending with the horde of the soldier of wind

Instead, my soul’s dying

Slap by emptiness

Silence

; everyting’s vain

Oughtn’t I face myself