Two tears fell
In the swan-lake
The mist of misfortune hides
Terrible agony of heart-rending pain
Which never dies but never seems awake

Two tears fell
On the white feathers
The scent of slaughter hangs in the air
His wrath shrugged the lithe necks
They whimpered when he twisted their heads

Two tears fell
On the naked body
Of the pure illusion brimming in her eyes
They squirted mud on the hypocrite grin
His face blackened to the top of his chin

Two tears fell
Like drought in the obscure
Light where visions lie and sleep
Love withers like the fairest flower
Love bleeds like an open wound

Two tears fell
On what’s to loo
Their fate’s written with the signs of doom
When death’s their lives to prune
Their love’s nothing but vomit
Bacteria invading its remains
Two tears fell
From the two graves