The Poisoned

Sewn with thin thread words
Wind round the shape of stone mouth
Abandoned gestures
You come first then me
Deafened with the song of senses you steal something I do not want to give
Fortunes told by cards
You come first then me

A dream faded away
Two sides of a mirror
Two different ways
Two different words

Somewhere there
Another me
Poisoned, forgotten
Starving for memories
Affected me