You may call it as "A mad girl's love song" but you can't say me "You're lying." Am I ? I don't think so.
Hiding those vehemences beneath the stardust of constellations, I'm smiling. Swallowing my own teardrops like the sugar drinks, I'm smiling darling.
//You can't perform that art dear//
Can you call to the moon ? Can you talk with those shining stars ? Can you measure the sky with your small fingers ? Can you wear the rings of metaphors ? Can you wear the necklace of verses ? Can you smile while sleeping inside the graveyard ?
//But that fragrance of death gives me lexicons to adorn and I breathe the smell of necropolis//