An aesthetic eyes he has
pained the lust underneath my ash
I see you from sinning finger
to hide myself from genial anger

The morning is stop to run
Banking the dew scoring we sun
no matter we calculate its fun
You soullessly jerk to gun

You ghost,
all over the map of historical holocaust
I sense your bloody cost
to haunt the dust expectations i host

Smiling the way you absent
the longer memories i served to consent
like historians reminisced the past
I choose you not to gone too fast.