Eaunanisme

I'll go tell her the paleness of her eyes

They had the depths of our skies

I know that she walks on

Unaware of who she is

That it was someone else's legs

That were carrying her

I hear her murmuring

I'll go tell her that her heart

Has grown weary

of you

I'll go tell her that

She got bored of men

of all

That her rare life

Is concealed in the velvet… of immenseness

That's it's too late to love her

She's dissolved… in eternity