NICOTIANA

 

What eyes scorn, heart adores

Icy clawns clasp the lungs that croak.

How misty, how venemous is little lady.

How great fires make you a slave of Baccy.

 

Head spins, bitter kiss on the lips.

Smoke clears the room crisp.

She hates me as much I love her,

She loves me as much I hate her