Nightsky

The animal that I hunt, The animal that I do not hunt.
The light´s colour of the meat counters in the supermarket. I live because I eat, I live and something else dies for it.
Bones are gross, I throw them in the trash, Bones are beautiful, I like their hard smooth surface.
I feel the skeleton inside me and as they said to me when I was a kid "The souls of the departed are up in the sky,
you can see them twinkle in the stars...Really?
The queen of the night steps on starry chaos, kings on earth golden, superior.
I take The lowly consecrated to death and the sparkling gold of eternity, whose shine shall steal forever.