Did I ever cross the line after this?
All the sirens break the silence
The memories will fade after the rain, right?
Sing an aubade to my last poem,
as the silence of its verses turns to sorrow
To the bullet that I swallow and never escape
One call away, and happiness disappears like a mist
To clutch this dear, mindless life
To lose in madness of pain, no gain, in vain
Suffer like nightmare of a thousand years
Sweetheart, will you stay longer
Before the dawn explodes and the sun burns me?
Glimmering light that hides from the darkness
To the ambitions that turned me to the ashes
The fire that lights me, deadly, into despair
Here I lay my body, not to be the phoenix
Nothing but the heart that beats in hurricane
If I cross line
Will you save me?

Every night of every sedative
Not being addictive but only for reactive
Every of them are the fear and sensitive
Naive? Nope, I am not
In a confusion, restless morning
The hardest to get up
I called them- what should I call them?
Crowded in head
Silent in dead
How's to feel ahead

I swim into the depth of sulpiride every night
where those times I died like the dead roses
when I took the stairs right to the light
every composes derived the harmony of doses

To swear upon the streams of reckless
To the labyrinth of happiness
here I go to come fire the enclaves
Maybe nobody in home, hopeless

it is a chaos
within the line
where the rain comes to vain
the sun still in hiding
and the moon on the high
lie in restlessness
the world in a curved of mourn

it was in the late of the dusk
wear off the mask
I stopped the task
do you ask
I was in the bosk
find me in desk
I will make a rusk
for you, the  brisk

The show when die is the new smell of flowers. Madness of the emptiness is bigger than infinity. Shall pray to the place where nothing can break the shell. It's a mayday. Payday.

I'm Standing
To understand
From the stay under
To edge
For the age
To the hope
From another trope
Harmony to agony
To tragedy
Mystery
Nope.

I'll keep the face of my utopia just to cover the nebula
I played the video games to pace down the wrath
Blue jeans, summertime, your smoke-kiss, the retro song played
Back to november
I'll make you remember
Turn off the shade
Sad dreams of despair
I'll make the repair.

in a light
full of blast
in a part
of pull apart
the as a result of this sorry
of the story
I served
then dragged
became becoming.