A rusted message was
to morph a ****** in black hands.
This was an ambush of embrace.

Love after the violence
has something to say. Pain on
pain enlightens you to meet your soul.

Now you are cut out
to become a wound of god. The
lamp of truth will decide your destiny.

Why do you want to live
in my skin ? Why was this a poison?
What was the weakness of your ascent?

What would be my tale?
Am I competent to **** the Drosera?
A plant eats the insect as a food?

Your own power melts,
when you start learning love. Why
you want to become the black moon?

I am going to stop
thinking about myself. Core of knowledge
fails. I am losing the dialogues.

How long do you have to
drink hemlock daily? The death comes
and goes back. Is it a magic?

Fever rises. Why you
are standing between the lotuses? What
was the secret of creating beauty in mud?

The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.

The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.

The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?

The cost of suffering,
you will not tell, O god I look
at sky. You are dangerous.

The kingdom and the
silent moon. I am not in exile. The echo
of voiceless pain asks me to smile.

Do not go into solitude.
The purity of heart gives a lesson.
Your love will not break a mirror.

O guardian pain,
when you sleep-I remember
of a sin to catch fireflies of love.

The listener has no
ears. Understands by eyes. You want
to write with the blood of a weeping god.

Are you a waister of
hungry stories of the werewolves?
The executioner waits for the offender.

I am a giver, losing
my memory, further from the truth,
talking like a patriarch.

The virginity of thoughts
is at risk to brace the attack of
honeybees. No intellectual community.

I am asking myself to
make myself a genius A suicidal.
thought is referred to god.