Beati Mortui

Just one piece, so tiny
of me, of my soul
did you hide
did you stole
did you dare to do so
and was it worth
or too much.. to be told
Buried reflection
lost contradiction
that was twisted
to be described
as a fiction
called love, affection
fatal infection
the carcass, deceased of
megalomania
losing me
never even found
Yes this must be sign, divine
know, grow to be mine
to be worth of this desire
Oh so cold
why that cold
is the flesh
of the dream
to be seen unreal
foreseen
frozen is the womb
bitter, frustration
frustration