Didn't looked for anymore
Window shoppers passed by,
It was left behind
In the alley of tomorrow

Didn't heard of anymore
Poem of a lost soldiers wife
(un)Written on the yellow paper
Stayed the words unspoken

Didn't tasted anymore
Two glasses of black wine
Still longing for the untouched lips
Ever making silent crystal music

Didn't feel for anymore
Naked women lying on their
Silkon moons - they were
Outlines of a wooden sculpture

Didn't smelled for anymore
Dust clouds cirkling on flowers
Fields of mist forever covering
The perfume of a woman's chest

Didn't wanted anymore
Paper, glasses, and all the other
Things
She cut her out.