Much as you close your ears and your pores my breath waves will pierce you which humid will be soaked by your skin even though you try to close it And you will hear the whistle of the arrows that are aimed at you from my mouth and you will absorb the blood my tongue will inject inside your veins And you will feel my words turning around your neck asphyxiating you with this beautiful torture of sweet flavoured strangulation Much as you close your ears and your pores you will smoke, from my lips this smoke transfigured in silhouettes from my lungs to your lungs