Rat Mousquè

THE DESERT


Feeble inspirations (were) born
from an hidden fate, and I torn.

I am putrefied, in my prejudices.

I am destined to repeat
something old, still able to clip.

So young and pure wings, of my fantasies...

We are forced to follow ways
without secret, day by day!
It's all black out, black out there!
Bored of this obscurity
suggesting just the suicide for me!
It's all black out, black out there!

They kill the moon and accuse me
for the solar darkness we