Building my ruins
again. There was no pain out
of love. Unreality was valid.

My voice is changing to
recuse the black thoughts. No
moon comes near me any more.

I want to become as
I was, to renew the nakedness of
truth. Life has made it *****.

A wordless suffering
is in the grip of werewolf.You
wear the brain to place the agony.

The pain unfinds you.
A poignant feeling to share the
gift of understanding the poems.

I would miss the
spoken words of the sky,that there is
no ending of stars. Better to live on earth.

I am your crime
You are my sin. No guilt to ****
the shadow king. But art of life continues.

How many times
does the blood flow? The time goes
backward to know. We learned any time?

Your flesh is disappearing.
to expose the bones of our culture.
The skin still has the god's signature.

I am taking birth
again on singed coals.The grinding
will light the colored sparks.

The tyranny gives
up fangs one day to get stigma
washed. The windows have been changed

My philosophy gambles.
Has no hypothesis to improve the
world. I want to burn the results.

My home is lost in
you, without teaching. The
school is closed. It gives relief.

The point of view
disappears. The eternity of one
moment, will bring the god to tears.

Everyday I feel pain.
The cleanliness of mind will
give you freedom to dig a black hole.

You wait for me
to learn the corridor going
to marbled stone god. This was my faith.

Only the pain of ravens
was true. It was not black as their
feathers were dark. Look, someone is watching.

I cannot bid goodbye
to myself. I am alive in all my poems,
singing as white as the moon.

The misery was in you,
as an element of energy to display
the dimorphism of erotica.

When I asked you to
stand, you stood, as a transcendent
for a rare empirical love.

Where was the big
field to **** the dancing mannequins?
It was a celestial game for the assassin.