I'm staring at myself,
As I stand next to the mirror...

Tracing the eerie path,
I stare at my feet...

Sonnet sequence
Part 1...

Though its not raining on me
I'm saturated in this cloudburst...

Its agonising,its desolating, its bitter,
I feel crestfallen, crushed and dispirited...

They wished I stopped dreaming,
They wanted me to kill my desires...

Splashing down with anguish,
They seem like an elegy...

Still yearning,
2 feel the heat...

A shrill voice in my head is torturing me,
Something cold glitters in my eyes...

As I unlock the door to the cemetry,
Of the world of dead where u lye...

Deep inside my heart,
i step into the tunnel...

Tangled with the wind,
I'm trying to loose free...