I am a broad ocean of
words; wild and bottomless...

You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...

Everybody left, I'm caught up here by my own
with bitter feelings biting down my tiniest bone...

Losing the ray between the sky and I,
it's fading away into powder, into soil and wind...

Like a fair gesture,
that arouses to declare the...

I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...

Her pen name symbolizes
the muse of misfortune...

You woke me up from
deep slumber when...

Perhaps we haven't reached the end of the world...
We are no longer sensitive toward blood, we infact...

With a bunch of words in one hand,
yet silence in the other...

They, on chairs;
say the road seems narrow...

I've not been there before, but it smells like...
Washing the curse off your hair, cold water runs...