void

You won’t eat me my love
Duskiness will entangle me
The passerby, a tick tock clock whirls twelve
A hypnotized generation, a nicotine frame
The castrated king counting coins
Will kill my spirit

Or else a nocturnal dine
The dry moon in its last lap
Falls over tongue of felony
An outlawed butterfly is chirping in my last breath

Will you eat me my love?