And now death has lived to his desired taste.
Truth despairs in desolation...

A romantic mare's nest so real in abstracts.
My head drains slowly along deluge of thoughts...

Enthrone me oh goddess of the beauties;
let me a seat in thy heart...

The youngest brother;
The power of trinity to perfect every flaw...

Howling blues dawned,
And cast on my head many clouds...

Still living?, yes, in our hearts.
But the mourn of your exit lives supreme...

Like catching the wind,
To unbind the string...

Many moments heaving with ire;
We all choke in the doleful smiles...

Oh! How marvellous thou to my core,
Maiden made no flaw...

Derides his verve;
A lurking lassitude...

I will work my peace,
Salvage some sleep from the tornado...

I do not lie.
I lie amidst truths untold...