The Trades I Make

The room is blank,
the walls I mean.
I close my eyes,
the same ones.

It is beauty, hope on the rug.
it is evident, this love.
A dark wind blows,
the curtains retain.

Do away, please break the lamp.
open the shades.
Do away, please burn the bed.
ready the trades.

Life for death.
Love for hate.
Blood for dirt.
Sight for dark.

no...

Death for Life.
Hate for Love.
Dirt for Blood.
Dark for Sight.