castle
with few royal whispers, I've been lured in the majestic castle of your brain, just to have a place where to lose my mind while the venom of your lips gorges me, as later, as a side effect, when inevitably I'll wake up, to have no tendency to ask about what happened, but just to rewind the fancy game of your sinner soul, in me, which with flair... the sun-kissed it... a lot