Harlequin won't say a word.
Harlequin only sings or stabs,
Cross the road of vein's maps,
Smearing "lock" and "hold".Tick-tock.
Dance or chock.Pierrot could wish once to laugh.
Pierrot would just cry (What a kink?)
Sob an abyss, the darkest ink.
Tensions are raw and rough.Click-clack.
Play for luck.It's a circus? A cabaret?
Barrel organs of hearts and ribs
Sticks the smile to drawn lips.
The imperfect marionette.Ding-dong.
That's your song.Black and white is my saddest toy
Dressed in pied is my precious doll.
Do U hear - the stage-play call
Haunted by the most bloody joy?Bang-bang.
Make a gangOf porcelain claw and fang.