While looking at the sky

I'm before your eyes –
An open book,
Hold your white lies –
A death trap hook.
Occult signs
Down your thighs,
Horrendous nights
I tried to brook.
Before your eyes –
Forests of chairs
And ropes above.
You don't need stairs,
You don't feel love.
Getting into chains,
Staring at the sky,
I don't disdain,
I never cry.