Born out of hate
condemned to fear from each other...

Have-beens went into fury.
Like silkworms, after the shock...

Famelocked,
sometimes he was talking to flowers...

A quest for celestial insanity
brings some comfort...

There were subtle declines,
still I opted for incompleteness...

Give me a piece of your body
before you go...

On the hay stack lies my body
brought from the shooting range...

Walked into the sun,
He. With weak flesh...

Lines on forehead are deepening.
No signs of abatement...

Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night...

Ready to dismember the red geraniums
rains had no mercy...

Living on fringe
he was stealing genes...