The sunflower blooms
in me aren't as bloodthirsty...

We immerse in on another
We drown in one another's thirsts...

Space is as the result of our disunion
the scatter of our holy communion...

“They smell your mouth lest you dared to tell...
In perpetuum they flip...

I am lonely
I am so lonely...

To my bloom:
I would love to dip my nose forever in your petals...

I shall be forever unrecognized.
I shall forever be...

The audience adored him...

Why
when we grow fangs...

Looking for a poetical moments I searched...
but I have found nothing...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

Our death is intended
Unless we prove otherwise...