Portraying such childish humour, yet
evil resides within his blanched mind...

Against loving, Against!
Still we're lovers? we're STILL...

Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality...

Thirty years of effort
growing both above and below the crevice...

Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...

When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...

Soon calling winter
Heat executes cold today...

God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...

He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...

Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know...

It rained
long...

He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...