Testo: The 3rd And The Mortal. So Pure.

So pure
Once again inhaling the poison
Aggressive
Turquoise
Powdery
Fluttering oxygen

This room
This irregular galaxy
This glassy stone
Falling from your skull

That's all
As if I was alive
An event
A journey
Uncompleted

But still fishing...
Your appearance could melt
So pure