The Universe's balmy blood molecules, its invigorating growl, are fading. Two loving hearts beating as one are echoing secretly even silently in the stifled silence. Like a glass, a zealous, greedy Being, like tiny glass beads on the sacred surface of waters, s form rings of years from solid, advanced thoughts to a massive imagination! The dusk-dark purple cloak of the descending, like the blood-red holy drink of the Gods, embraces the bodies of immortal loves with a petal touch! "You know, they're still asleep awake, and yet the benign, buzzing dream sickness gently surprises them with their aimless deception!"
 
They can no longer see each other in the confessional mirrors of superstitious moments - but two sentient souls who, as the bride of their secret vows, have forever engaged the Universe among themselves! The darkness is knocking from the outside, approaching, and from the chasm of shadow-depths a new candle light is still guarded by a happy-satisfied gaze on the radiant unwillingness; they also gift each other’s pleasures like this!
 
- Intoxication and torture seem to be tensed and washed in harmony, even as the ice melts! They can only trust themselves and hope! In my horror-filled soul, the hurricane voice of horrible, raging despair deafens and destroys even the fragments of my common sense! Apocalyptic storms have long taught us a human lesson: "Be afraid of anyone who only hurts or speaks to you!" "The handcuffs of my incidents surround me!"
 
The light of laughing Executioner lightnings shines in unison and sinks deep into the cell! With a trembling mouth, I wanted to murmur a prayer for True-Faithful Love! His doomsday trombone freezes my beautifying words of compliment into my shipwrecked soul. Closed with my miserable misery, I listen to the bloodthirsty groans of my often pounding, perforated heart as a final judgment: where could I have mistaken my broken life?!

In my heart, the clicking, dropped beat of your golden heart will remain for life: something you could still be justifiably proud of today! In your vicinity, I feel, again, a child can be left shipwrecked, my dear soul, and I don’t have to hide if I want them to see my true self! Our expanding distances between each other seem to not even exist - they only bring us closer to the wedding of the Earthly Universes of immortal buds!
 
My fossilized memories like well-meditated muscles preserve the ashes-tender sketches of your superstitious, angelic body! And while I often see from the captivity of mirrors that I am graying and balding from the ever-galloping Time, your winged creature is reflected in me! The army of killer lymphocytes in Ordas-destroying snowstorms is growing in my blood molecule and you can stay away from me and be by my side because your work, which constantly requires glow and creativity, cannot tolerate the formulas of loose dilectantism!
 
My kid's heart longs for a harbor, a proud rock of your proud lap, while your cosmos shortage fills you up! Surrounding me are the ever-insidious spikes of small worm-tongues: let the Hermit-Alien also learn the servile order! My sense of defiance calling for flags is fairly angry with very many of them; sincerely disguised as useless with their promises led and deceived instead of real job opportunities! - In the sleepless craters of my eyes, the laughter of tear-stars for hesitant-secret joys shines even with a persistent flag!
 
On their sun-faced mornings, I could still write in your heart to bloom the Garden of Eden field, but only if you think of me!

Gnashing of teeth, re-established, **** sermons on the gaping paths of aging wakefulness! In the depths of our vulnerable souls, we carry the annihilated orphan, the vulnerable child, in the same way! We are already deliberately holding our children's ears so that we cannot hear the curses of ferocious, absolute adults, their everyday, shameful betrayals! A single, tiny word of sparks, a nasty, sighed thought, and everyone already felt and knew: the conspiracy of exclaimed wise men dried on lips sewn like a supplication! Even crying-eyed silence is telling less and less! Among his aching self-pain, he himself freezes into stone, and as a afflicted Sisyphus he can no longer guess, his vastly buffalo-heavy stone blocks will have to be carried by him all the time!
 
You can no longer stand out in the world, and you can hardly survive: everyone is just emphasizing themselves, the other self looks like superficial face shop windows! Harmony, as a light, mundane sedative, cannot serve as a cure for the restless who have been slapped on the head! A squeaking subconscious half-dream attracts me, and embracing it with understanding love, if I let the unpredictable, mischievous things happen! Behind the inner walls of personality, the roaring, quarreling outside world is still purring! The cracked shadow spots of curved mirrors are deepened by magpies under superstitious eyes, minute-grooves! Even in their daily robot life, we fall from the top down to the swirling depths and we want to cling strongly to the angelic greetings that can be realized even on earth!
 
The perceptual intellect gradually turns back into itself! The metamorphosis formula of an imagined dream can only succeed together!

Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
 
Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this **** World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me through the flames of danger! The shimmering moonlight palms to death, yawns at me in countless emaciated Solitude; with my selfish, petty life, konok defies! Height s Depth back again and behind me sensation-biting cats chirping with two jaws!
 
The madness of fame in the lives of ordinary souls is a contagious and condensed way; Times rolled sawed Hamlet's skull cherished by Yorick; among mazes, I am still rethinking my fragmentary options! The silence of the stamps will take me and the coral flower will not be obligatory; We should confess with apostolic lunatics who have remained faithful to themselves! "A shabby fugitive is looking back at me like a deliberate fugitive from the skin of a nightingale panther!" I am building a world on my own and I cannot show it to anyone

A proud power that has sprung from desires: a *******-greedy worm that longs for more and more chews its bones and soul with a corpse that spreads into the flesh of people of ******* fame! The everyday life-sustaining instinct of survivors is shivering with vain, phlegmatic arrogance! The dazzling sparkle in the mirrors of the eyes breeds and valuablely shines new opportunities for those who have always longed for more; inherently dissatisfied with their lives!
 
Doctor chirps are already starting to gossip at small galas. In the same way, the crowded company is placed in an inquisition or on a pedestal, to whom, albeit faintly, care and honor matter! Some murderous blinking eyes hint at insidious games on drooping, hanging art mayor smiles! On shiny gold wires, freely tugging straw puppets are writhing themselves in a swamp! With deliberate intentions, they begin to destroy the possibilities with honey-glazed supplies, and shadow spots can remain on the former radiator in the place of exotic gazes!
 
Up to wind-shattered trembling lily petals; you want to cling to the shipwrecked angel-leaf soul even more boldly! The melancholy-cedar light circles that start to spawn dangle richly even though they know, and guess the accelerating career death may be their only fate! - Their immortal passions lurking in the crossfire of gazes seem translucent objects; the tears of the honey color of the sunshine left alone should be comforted Our selfless yet kind words may create loyalty…

We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
 
He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etudes jingle throat-brain, hysterical kittens, whose only desire is to be able to show up in a deliberate-syrupy reality show with a self-promoting *** gesture! - All of us
 
they got lost between two points of light; With Sisyphus architecture, the tabloids and the public media are also constantly thinking about brainwashing! Sick pink will not be a balmy bronze brownness for bombarding bikini fairies lot, but even the teenage chick looks wrinkled in the artificially generated rays of solariums and thus conserved mummies! Even under their enchanting bikini line, vanity cellulite rashes occur! Easy-to-forget bachnalia ****** are struck in a whirlpool jacuzzi; but who can honor immortal love?!
 
Your little one, who has had a cigarette in his angel's mouthpiece, is potted in darkness, and irresponsible carelessness can give birth to new criminals!

I slowly fall into the depths of the vortex of my killer silences. Every Stigma Day I have to put up with the sins of the ******* world! They accuse me of uttered Judas ’words while my falling pearl of yoke dazzles me in a shattered shadow face! The distance of times stirs up and asks: "Let's see! How much could you learn from your lessons? ” - but no one deserves an answer, lingering, no-man's-house underpants!
 
It would be good to show the trenches of the shells of the shells of those times today to those who have ever kicked me in and out of me! - In my arms diligent blood molecules began to numb; an ever-threatening apocalyptic puzzle message weaving fears of death: can I wake up to the reality of an uncertain tomorrow?!
 
My heartbeat defying drumming beat but it would be nice to share now! I could listen to the tiny music of toddler, mini soles, while the immortal Dear Superstition would look at me with omnipotence, and in the lap of the harmonies he found, the two hearts would become one! In my faithful eternal-child soul, there would be no happier person than me! "Yet in the zigzag of my organized consciousness, it is as if connected spaces give the news with echo sounds: 'Take care, for the End may reach you sooner!'
 
I would interrogate this feeling in a deafening, delicate silence so that I could hear his excuse for Being, why do I have to break away from Being so soon?! "Imagination draws an infinite cosmos space around me, and I cannot trace the sincere truth that has consciously prepared me!"

An intoxicating fluttering imagination is growing; intoxicating imagination associates constant thinking with wandering shadows in my mind! My shackled dreams continue to drop my pillow body close to the ground, and inside, a small child-deep despair sharpens his cunning dentures! My measured Time is dwindling sooner and I can already feel that nothing could have happened in vain, the confrontational, hyenic world continues to make a killer joke with me, because I was always forced to listen to his words naively-gullibly!
 
The reward of my shipwrecked destiny is to wear out the gears of fortune once and for all, and I may not have a chance to evolve towards happiness that will never be found again! "Among the shelters of blackened, crumpled, crouching shadows, I would kneel humbly rather than quote the Inquisition again!" I am tormented many times by my horrible fear of my conscious responsibilities that, perhaps, the hoped-for help will be left on purpose, and so anyone will be happy to wade through the prodigal ruins of my vain utility!
 
On the challenged grooves of my face, the infiltrating islands of light also show themselves beneath me; help rarely if they ask! I stand in the crowded space and let the imagination of wobbly balance roll in many times! I would like to address a romantic lady who, with a single glance of the Universe, can restore my being as a Man, and the right to still have hope for a life to continue; I would try to understand the increasingly confusing pop culture tabloid slangs, but I often get tired of the bleeding ulcers of spitting sermons!
 
My wandering memory would rather start and forget about it alone! The ordered, imposed length of my existence is back, it carries on itself!

As a prisoner of Ordinary Times, we are gradually dying back to Time! Waiting for the stars, we can be filthy, prey of hordes soon, if we have to crouch in an unknown Future! Our passing is legal! You can't lift up to a happy vision! It has become an obsession that the universe eyes receive with closed petals and we cannot make happy the Angel who came to us voluntarily! "Out there we can know idiotic insane people are raising small realms and they are afraid of silence-screaming velvet - the poet is silent with intent in us, because he could not find a sure audition!"
 
We can only selfishly carry our offended souls to the secret reef of wakefulness; curved in the Present Time the liberated dream is therefore suspicious! A star-watching, alert lattice raven delel, and you would flee into space into the home of the naked Honesties, where the Truth of Faithfulness counts alone! - Our sobbing heart cries into silence at once: Interrogate us! "How did we get here ?!" "Many promising parables give birth to idolous moments in numb brains!" Suicidal nights fall into Moon Lake!
 
We cannot look back at the past of our past, because as Lot we freeze into salt! We will always feel the smell of concence that greedy wild herds are sure to follow! We can't run for a lifetime! Jasmine-scented kills shelter should be sought while Time is getting tighter! - The given Word has become a stripped, broken idol and can only wander; hatched by itself like a dream! The Watching Light is also an ancient statue of our dazzles

My brain’s active feast is still a billion, mocking trouble-creating and destructive at the same time! Stake-no I should prefer times when I can only play for the pleasure of the game! Out there, in the minds of the Celebs chirping in roaring chaos, the thinking intellect lies on a deliberate wasteland! The jerkishness of the **** and the irresponsible quiver that handles it already torturously; dead money Future can't knock in the camp of the unrelated either! Fearful fear sets a rope for my greedy nerves and I should go through it alone!
 
The tabloid populist culture can still grow into a deliberate imperial water head! And like any ostrich head stuck in ignorant sand, it will surely burst sooner or later! You can play dust-lost at any time by playing your cards! A crimson, sluggish blush runs across stomach-turning poker faces and cramps his grinning wrinkles! After everyone's greedy money box, the runner is loitering! It is becoming increasingly difficult to recognize Human Values among the frusks parade in Armani suits and Gucci bags!
 
A pensive prisoner is also the one who sells his bombing body for the eternal, fame moments of Being, and he, too, could not learn the rules of Morality! In a tertiary life cage, warthogs are rubbing their noses to careers! The fever roses of conscious shame still tremble on the faces of Golgotha-walking people: the fact is soon recognized - they can do no different: if they want to prosper, they are bribing themselves out of necessity! Those who are called to the right and who struggle with decency are all on the crumbs - who was once Alfa and Omega alone is now being looted!
 
Who has grown his indifference armor, he also wastes a monster every day in his doubts