once someone told a story about these small desert birds throwing themselves in thorns when copulating in lust and while embraced by death they sing so fine than never and while embraced by death they stay on love forever like martyrs do they dedicate their lifes in deep vein of ancient vows and die of flaring ardou in haze thorns they lurk on roses stem thet do intend no harm them squeezing me hard in thorns that burn like a fire inside thrilling my head until they rip my shivering skin thorns they lurk on rosest stem they do intend no harm them they lurk on bodies stem they make my heart arise them tonight you sleep in hell