The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...
I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...
Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...
is a
privilege...
I told you the weather was nice
and the sky was colored in liberty...
Time will not remember the beauty
of a single rose given without love...
Long are the days
of hapless persons...
Please don’t judge my sexuality
‘Cause you’ve got no business there...
Another tedious night has arrived
as I survived a new day...
we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically...
Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...
There is no such thing as a good cop
when it's a system of abuse they uphold...