My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

You look very big like
super moon, when you come near
me to smell my breath.

Moratorium. I have
decided not to decipher a
cipher, Your memory interrupts.

The medieval pain
awakens the dilemma to ****
or not to **** the actors.

It was vilified. The
breakdown initiates and the flames
want to die, but the ash burns the skin.

What was your escape
from the rivals to smash the cage?
You sell the heaven for peace.

Ah, the wars never die.
The language, culture and religions
play the game and the god dies.

A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be the same.

Baby thoughts are opening
in your chest. Do we accept
the destiny of tired legs?

I sit alone at the
banks of the holy river to wash
my ***** hands for a miracle.

Can you tell me, where
the tunnel ends. The curve has
flattened. There was no light.

In pillars of wasteland,
why did we reach there?
Death-kissing starts now.

The power of questions
will not mitigate your arrival.
Where will we drown?

Brooding. It was a dark
secret. You wanted to catch perfection,
Trying to temper my wrongs.

Whole and complete, you
will never find out the morals and faults
Only you fear a prophet. I sort animals

Your life was always a
slaughterhouse. Nobody was saved.
I bleed daily to give the answer.

I think, not to think.
Scares in silent night. The candle
fails to burn. Do you ignite the muse?

Why the inquiry of pain
grows dim to discover the cause of threat.
The will to write needs a new language.

In the water a thought
dies. I remember T S Eliot. The waste
land devours the beauty of roses and butterflies.