It was
a killing line...

Watching the externalism
I was playing a squid in deep waters...

The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire...

In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity...

Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond...

The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken...

Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...

I had to let them stay.
My anguish & anxiety...

Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees...

Was there any option left?
Violence was there...

I had met the flower
after a longtime...

The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing...