Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...

The knife peels off
the silence...

Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest...

This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger...

When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...

Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky...

Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem...

When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem...

Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out...

You dig in your heels,
when blood spills...

Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when...

Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds...