Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...
Sunlight pours through closed blinds
Casting a row of light beads on my pillow...
All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
Dad always told me to
'Reap what you sow' and...
last night, i dreamt of your hands wrapped tightly
around my neck, wringing it like a hand-washed...
The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...
The smell of your smoke still lingers,
reminding me of one more thing that you refuse to...
Hope ripples
below the river banks...
Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...
I can see the black forest
deep-rooted inside you...
Sleep, is all I want
My eyes burn from the lost rest...
I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...