Sometimes you descend to an unimaginable hell sometimes with crazed gyres scratch the skies. In your wild mood all seems a cheerful utterance or struck as a damnation in opposite. I don't trust in your smile-hook 'cause illness set you going like a fat gold watch around a savage's neck now you are in a euphoric season and feel that strange flabby jubilation of the nerves. In agony and pain you're a true master a misery domine and you can't recall what a sad cluster is your true being. A cyclic decay, a mind disaster, you misery domine with your flight of ideas even faster than how you can decide. maybe only madmen knows the meaning and the end of love especially when the time seems like erase, the slow weakening conceived from the excess of confidence is vain against their perennial astonishment. They feel the pain of lose eternally renew the sense of mystery that never become old. they keep obsessive traits typical of the new loves, but at the same time with a twist strangely cold. And exhaust me watch you while as a hamster in, it wheel spin your mind. you're talkin' as heaven should be upstairs, but you've a hell inside. I die of compassion for you unlucky master, poor misery domine you talk about your love while the true master prepare his gift in wood of pine. It seems that women operatin' choices and excludin' losers actived the evolution. the result is all we can see: good work, really! congratulation. will come the spring when Aries bounce ahead: longer daylight! draggin' a particicle of winter on his wake in ascensional pale winds which shuffle highest skies as packs of tarots in many changeable mazes. there's no peace on the earth and dead too seem to arise as moths'n'bats at the vespers call, so the brain his poisons will decant and build new realities instead the lost. In agony and pain you'll be a master a misery domine can be a hellish brand or almost divine you ask me again why that disaster fell to you and not is mine: don't talkin' about your creed, bastard illness, but your hopeless love.