Entered the masked ball !
The ectoplasms tell me :
\'\' I see you ! But you don\'t exist ! \'\'
So I dress up my misery
in obsidian tears .
I put on a pretty farce ,
because girls don\'t appreciate
socially awkward geniuses ...
At the devil\'s ball ,I dance with Carry,
and I set fire to her forbidden senses...
The gravedealers who cultivate
psychotrop flowers on Pluto ,
are my suppliers ...
I am the scultor of masquerade
which thaw in the thought
of a disconnected fridge ...
When night and death enjoy
a funeral orgasm under a passing mask,
we think to recognize love under
the ambiguous promise of Mercury\'s desire...
At midnight the round of pleasures .
Hours of ashes when it\'s time to submit yourself
over the caresses of a tender carcass...
Others say you must remove this face
that hides the mask .
I have to bring a fresh soul over the closet .
I vote,flush the lavatory and wash my hands
of any wrongdoing before inviting me
to the scene ...
It\'s not so difficult to pretend to be normal...
Welcome to the masked ball !
( dedicated to the community of l\'Arche )