In Flames

To slit the grinning wounds
from childhoodґs Seven Moons
the palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colours...)
Strike from omnipotence, all-seer, all-deemer,
and haunt my severed country
with your dripping, secret games
You picked the unripe lilies,
deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
made known to me
the grainy stains, the crimson lotus