Young black beauties in skimpy outfits take a pause
They light a legit looking cigarette and puff away the smoke
Sweet young dragons playing with fire seeping the poisons of life
We probably all play the fatal hide and seek with death sometime in our life
The slow Russian roulette with a self-loading gun it is always the losing game
The disenchanted moment of disincarnation, the river at the end of the road
Baudelaire in his marvellous poem ‘Le Voyage’ once sung :
“Pour us your poison wine that makes us feel like gods!
Our brains are burning up! — there’s nothing left to do
But plunge into the void! — hell? heaven? — what’s the odds?
We’re bound for the Unknown, in search of something new!”