What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...
i
see it...
That tornado is not mine.
My defects are far more elegant...
Wait.
Listen...
I hate this world and all its vile deeds
Of endless wars, causing famine and disease...
Life is but a treasure hunt
That we seek out to find...
When using red on my canvas
why would you asume I'm angry...
Who could know that deep inside
monsters, within you, reside...
Endless tears
Endless coping...
My small family was all I knew,
And also, of course, my friends few...
Oh ye emotions that rise in me!
Why do ye come uncalled...
One to the power of a number
But increased by another one...