Bucket; pounding ***** knock on the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden star messages: Millions of tears from a meteor and comet shower brazenly, sadly the wind! Man is often better, fleeing to cowardice - a bed pulls into a cherishing loaf, hesitantly tolerating the gloomy veil of the night being torn apart by the pointed dentures of lightning: Whip-popping rumbles!

I can only listen to the murderous, compromised silence of the indifferent nature, sandan from the craters of telltale eyes, staring with a sly blink; fears, dreads, horror mists are attracted to each other, and they are not let go by strangulation - on the levels of nightmares.

I succumb to the roosting distortion of cosmoses! Raw diamond-hard reality is burdened only by my loneliness: It would be good to be comforted in maternal lap caring harmony only one last time! - I saw angry nihilistic sorrows fluttering from apocalyptic skies, and I imagined: The vanity of misunderstanding sits proudly on the ruins of my common sense!

Even in a disturbing chaos, madness is leaking, now I would just want to lock myself in between lightning-fast home walls, where celestial threat proves to be little, because there can be no other harm from raging rage - I would have looked up if there had been watchful stars! And so consoling in the midst of so many ordeal-like celestial horrors and plagues,

your self-sacrificing smile would have had a gracious effect on me! In vain! The meteor tears of the unspeakable pain of heaven still torment me!