I can hear the fan spin,
as my eyes gaze at the night lamp...

Enchained within the shackles of sleep,
as the dust floats across the land...

[Edited with thanks to commenters.]
Petite...

My most secret star gives glare from the corner of...
A sign that I am wrecked, diseased; that I am...

There was this distant dreamland,
The one you so cosily occupied...

Leave the rigmarole
Never ending spiral paths...

Cruising through sentences
punctuating life...

You left
and the things remained same...

Invisible flow
continuous currents...

Seraph wants an Angel's wings
to fly above the world...

He asked for a rose,
I gave him thorns in abundance...

Lend me your eyes tonight.
Maybe for an unpleasant change...