In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...

You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...

The wind howled in a cold winter
outside my room...

Before we launch star-wars
against one another...

The Camelot knight:
"Are you one of us?" I said...

Poetry is a vow—
elseways, it is only...

"I invite you all
to the fire," said the hero...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, their canines...

Bigger than ever,
yet smaller than a moment...

Time is life
spent in the amnesia...

Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...

Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned...