Across the crowded room I can't but catch your perfume You are like an empty room Like it's only me and you Who is fooling who? Are you a flesh eater in bloom? Is it the dead cert of the tomb?
Or your body's inexorable ruin? Like a beacon in the gloom Like a siren's crooked tune It's as if the sun and moon Grind and gravitate around you I think you can guess What happened next