It’s like you disappeared. It’s like I...
I think my voice is gone
though I feel it in my chest...
I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...
We float in present
spreading in past...
I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...
On and on forever
the perfection lost...
He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...
Time is spiral film
a reel...
It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...
Was it the disease that killed me
or...
Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...
Forever lie the plains of midnight
Silence marks the path before me...