They will not allow the assisted suicide.
The beetles; fiery and drunk...

My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself...

It was on. The heat!
When you could not tell the truth about yourself...

Full moon was negating the intensity of night.
I wanted the sacred smell of dark heaven...

As innocent as buds of jasmine
twilight of a falling night...

This road will not take you to a theme.
In wind...

Savage absence of you,
I miss your assaults...

Treading on burning cinders
it was a saga of fear versus unknown...

As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for...

Slicing thoughts, destiny
timeness of present, trying to watch...

The space was widening. Opacity was
Being. Antimatter in. You were scared...

What it was? Unthinkable:
he had become inaudible...