and drops come as if the twilight of a love
from observing a roach
this particular night spent
as a locust or a miriad of intermitent desires
my blue is as usual present
no pleasure felt no more
in the border on infinite space i dwell
to not being a drop for all eternal sound
myriad window and a sigh we echo
only the prize to follow in the lonelly road
finding nothing but "i'ss" I I I followed by I

Walking down the street
Watching people stagger
They ask  me before they greet
Who are you stranger?

I reply with a smile
Letting my mask come down
After the long mile
In this lonelly town
My words shock their body
For I am nobody