lovers, lovers, lovers

no defeat is facing me nor even a battle

some words make lovers and the same words attract rakes

taking the pain in sips, delicious fragrance, strong beautiful stink

I love losing people and meeting my soul

I take my soul and run very fast and looking around shockingly finding that there is world, running in the world, killing the monuments, putting some feelings and revising some reactions to put them like weird odd slogans