Skull sits on Humanity
Love is perched
And bad, on-the throne, looses
C a shameless shaved
Basic round, playful,
And their sky-high
To fulfill to another world
Hidden in ether.
And blood-n feeble glow
From flying wide open
He spit thin soul
That golden dream.
How blisters jump from skull
Humble sigh hear:
- “This bloody and strange game
When you take over?
For all-in-your mouth cruel can
They threw clear sky
My brain, flesh, blood - all,
Oh, killer monster! ”
The love and Skull: Charles Baudelaire