Death will slowly come upon me,

diluted, swallowed, the end.

I am the night,

The stars are mine,

The moon belongs to me,

I am the night.

Vibrations reaching the edge of her body,

Creating shapes to fit the beat.

Her father does not have a mouth,

Her mother only a nose.

Watching no time, but wishing it could stop.

Intense are his lips, which pressed against mine.