Through the midnight blues
My eyes would close
But that's old news
I will dive into the ocean
The vast regression of clues

My space is not empty
Nor is it filled with success
For every question presented
I ask fifteen in defense

Narrator lost his free spirit
After reciting my quest
Potentially dangerous merit
Got carried away with the rest

I often notice, and wonder
How come my demons are gone?
How come they left me down under?
After I fed them with love

So caring and charming
They called me sir Mr.Foe
Their starving eyes did not harm me,
But that was a decade ago

She does not write any poems,
She does not take any pills,
And only brews her green tea when the kettle gets chilled,
She would do anything to stay in my mind,
She dreams of the summer,
When it’s been long time gone,
And there is something about her, that is making me yawn,
She does not like any friends that I love so much,
And starts to dig in my pockets once my eyelids would touch,
Her favorite thing is to dream and talk about it out loud,
I am a shallow grey ocean that feeds on life and demands,
But for an unexplained reason she would not let go of my hand...

My trembling egg
In black attire
Is beaming light of thousand stars.

It's fragile shell
I have admired
And held so tight against my heart.

The role of you is undecided
Too young to know
Too old to live.

You've never brought
Enough excitement
For that I squeeze you in my palm.

My little eggshells
Are much like diamonds
Spread out across your filthy hearts.

My dreaming angel
So dark, and tired
Without a spark you've brought me light.
And to be honest
My life entire
Have seen enough of your delight.
Your greedy eyes
Your dull desire
Have witnessed better days and nights.
Under destructive chains of tyrants
The vanished scars
Come back to life.
Don't be afraid
You fools!
You liars!
Don't fret to gaze into the stars.
While smoke erupts
From lakes of fire
You must continue with your gods .