No matter it will happen now

From a Van Hove's painting



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Can you hear beats of this heart
Fragile
In this forest of thorns
Pistil
Oozing a moisture
Sterile
With a sickly sweet blood flavor

Can you feel this pulse fading
Orphan
In its pleasant breast
It dies
On these secret loves
Doubtful
Of your empty fake feelings

Let its soul rest
In this shelter
Lick your bloody fingers
It falls asleep
Look at its beauty at last blooming

That come the oblivion
Veil on heavy glutted heart

Helena