There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...
The bride moon waltzes
with shadow nocturne groom of...
Is it, a struggle of a feather
to survive its yanking and flouting...
Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...
From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...
O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...
I'm so lost in me
that only in you I can...
The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...
When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...
We all are on death row.
we all are convicted of living...
Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...
like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I have seen you in darkness...