After euthanasia,
I was conversing with a ghost...
In your painting the
silence of death was very loud...
A rose on your name shines,
like a mural painting...
You were not a god?
in panic, seeking an asylum...
Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish...
It was restless mind
and I ask you something...
Under deadly nightshade
we met for the first time...
For feeding a false tree
of life, beheading...
Deadpan. Far off an
explosion. First a lull, then...
The power of the
face of a diamond, sedates...
I forget,
leaving behind? ambiance...
You were afraid of,
unknown, walls pulled down...