A Dark Design

Opens up her blouse to the cool night, with no shaking of time,

because she has in mind a dark design.

Now I'm a so-called cube speaking out, she said to me.

She said:

"Hi! I'm twice coloured, wait till you see how they're in love with my sickness.

There is no more time for the weaklings with an unfamiliar smile, a self-destructive mind of dark design.

We may just live through life watching it from sweet repose.

Cut up with knives that slice open, I'm professional now."

Everly, everly I.

Can you not look at me through sides?

Everly, everly I.

Did you not summon up their kite?

Opens up her face to the delight of their red piercing beaks.

It didn't hurt this time, my dark design, they leave her left behind.

Slits into her all convinced that she's their favourite way.

Practicing, but getting worse.

So high, I'm twice coloured.

Wait till you see I made a truce with the blackness dyer.

I know colours wait for you,

I feel so car-sick and alone.