Nights breath,
wrap me all around your haze.
Lacking of light,
evening voice, sobbing.

Song of a siren stranded on a million stars,
tear me up,
bruise up my mind with the rustling wind of your laughter,
conspiring and swarming from yesteryear.

Silence manifestation,
may your voice enslave me,
burst of sensations and halfway felt sentiment.

Invigorating tonic that emerges on my skin by your lips virtue.

Seagulls on the beach
along them chanting, I exist.
A mountain overlap on slaying deranged.

Mind-blown,
portrait of yore.
Sweet Belfast;
Antique,
unique,
ambiguous,
get obscene, now!

Breeze dances me around
caressing, it takes me.

Farther, yet come.
But it's whistling is strong

That young man's croon
where played pain away.

Why don't I stray then?
flew into the farther...
...November.

Life is a gift, both, over friendly and unwanted.
How could it not be?
Outcome of supposed love,
nothing more than selfishness
hidden behind a mask.

Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.

what's that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.

a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope,
no light,
yet he takes a glance into my soul.

Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim;

"poor pretentious soldier",
"come home",
"come home"...

Anxious-laughter afternoon
moonlight shadow is still very vague,
a long-silent mourn, quiet sorroundings.

Pale-Blue sky,
overlaping highly with a vast mantle of clouds.

Pale-blue sky,
inflaming my temperament with your mournful sounds.

Crystal,
moment of sweet delight.
Languidly, as I smile,
I see her take off.

Lon, lon, lon
Disdain emerges and clings up to my eyes.
Lon, lon,lon
I stop and mumble, rainbow and sunrise.

Lon, lon, lon
How words can break, they crumble
lon, lon, lon
I abstain of sorrow, I **** to stay humble.

Lon, lon...longer
I sing a song and I tumble, slighty used, nights I borrow.

Lon, lon, lon
And on I ramble,
September is almost gone.

...uneven, not balanced.
I live.
...uneven, not certain.
I exist.

Serene, I've calmed seas of desperation.
I've mantained a clear, static vision.
I've promulged a large derrain of the senses to obtain the unknown.

...uneven, nor happy, nor sad.
In my deepest inner mind.
...uneven, I sustain.
and in the mind of others,
I exist...

...uneven, I know, I can.
I am.