Bliss and spleen

Black clothes all around us
Miserable people spilled on the stairs to chaos
Your dark image was leading my way
Money to see the decadent Pharaos

Bills collected to let our minds fly away
The deafening roars of unknown creatures
Me behaving as usual
People turning into vultures
Sooner: my soul pierced by your chisel

Moon, you
Night, I
Withered trees
Park bank
Luminous halo for you and I
One starting and lasting kiss
Four months bliss
Four months spleen