Lavender flowers compromise for a glass of champagne for a walk in glamour.
Blood translating to bank notes, expensive cars, properties
Then the loneliness of the bargain, so much grasping you need the other to make a deal.
There is no deal in letting you go in the darkness of the day on a bus ride to your hell, your home, your tv screen
and the screams and tears of a life without meaning of a life abusing your essence.
the moment of vulnerability of transcending the boundaries and excruciating pain of a final compromise…
there is nothing , it is dark, no right or wrong, poker game bluffing, the whole life a chain of desires around the throat
now what? What is the next breath? A parallel world you had no idea could breathed into reality…
Farewell little whining creature of shadows