don't worry for the future
just worry for the past, for it will stab you.
don't kill the secret thoughts..
lock them up in tombs of roses.
i feel so cold, so cold are now my hands..
small hearts of cats shelter my overwhelming secrets:
-the genesis and the apocalypse of souls and love-.
cats enclose in their silent eyes our subconsciousness..
we , ourselves, are cats..
a rain of petals mounts down my hair;
a veil of petals dies softly on me.
as i walk through cats' land..
the realm of the prey and the hunter sets under my feet
as i'm walking and burrying my hunter..
i'm the cat tonight..
my spirit is lustful fire..
walk on my trace if you desire,
fill my lungs with your smell,
hunt me if you think you can
stare in my green eyes if you ever dare..
but remember my spirit is fire..
april 15th, 2008