Unfortunate the hoax That you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children naked and misused We would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions And never need to mirror off Like shadows of a greater joy While moralist angels repare Their heavenly cocktail lounge In darker institutions They are beyond discipline And repentance is no option But do not despair I know of an exit Destruction thinkers travel The other way around Where directions are none And the ground is gone Such treacherous gates to enter Even bigger doubts inside Doors shut from the outsid And you hear the sound Of someone walking away You just disappeared In a backsweep Of darkness and stars