• A gaslighted face of sickly appeal
    a frenzied parade of the Absinthe surreal

    Fervent vapours, rotting bouquets on a grave
    cascades through the narcotic air of decay

    Sweat and lust reeking from old bones
    euphoric laments through the atelier moans

    Dust coloured breath on sleepy eyes
    lilac-scented touch on enamoured flies

    Mossy green lace keeps a burial shroud
    oblivious to all but the roaring crowd

    Delicious Delirium with her opiated brawl
    Death`s little sister, addictive to all