Walk Into My Open Womb

Melancholia caressed my stretched hand 
And together we came, 
dancing to the sound of a shining vertigo. 

For we are one 
yet one is nothing 

Come on, walk through this open womb 
One little step at a time. 

Oblique visions of captivity 
Swirl silently around us 
As we join hands with Desire 

For we are nothing 
and nothing is One 

Walking through the open wombs of time 
we attend the great and secret masquerade.