Lay a rose upon the ground

that never accepted anything

And so the sensuous passion-fuck

was witted out by trees

the Capricorn Pisces bullshit wrote that Taurus was so smooth and spoke

of love and passion all remote

to the eyes and soul and being of the 

subjectified objectified

lovestruck dumbfuck 

waltzing past an ambush full of mines because in mine there's "in" and "me" 

which is the key

cos bombs are bursting

in me

thoughts exploding

in me

numbness spreading

in me

and so I waste

today