Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest...
The knife peels off
the silence...
Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...
Need mercy for a
Freudian slip...
You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek...
The ancient war is on.
You kill...
An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside...
Be laid:
with your private wounds...
Like war of words.
A fierce battle of winds...
The rocks in water
like words, between...
The mess you made, was
apocalyptic...
As I come, for molarity
without molars...