I left your bark of bone
For another one
Before you turn grey
Before your scent turns rancid
I heard everything through your skin
I can't stay in this vanitas you painted for me
I don't know where I end and where you begin
Some piteous beasts will give me my crown
I'll follow their footsteps
I'll learn to limp
I'll eat in their trough
I'll forget chimeras
Disenchanted dreams
I'll forget promises of air and straw
