Have I embraced all
the flaws that perfectly...

The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...

Healer
My betrayed joy; saved...

A month ago,
he flew off...

A fragile cry chanted,
of far-off dreams...

A tiny creature
unknown to this world...

I have only known
what bitter tastes like...

Humans;
If religion is of naked deeds...

As I surrender to the chains
weighing down my eyelids...

I'm dissolving into powder,
the more I'm crushed...

A glimmer of justice
in a shredded world...

It's not always hard to tell,
when a man is telling lies...