Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason...

The way back it worked
the pretention...

Remember it not.
Oblivion...

Again I would hear the night sounds
through the hours of civilities...

So my absentism will prevail
over presence...

In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken...

He said creating a will
to become whole Being...

Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking...

White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction...

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams...

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god...

Inside me, I take a turn.
By tightening the noose...