In last breath,
when the door remained...

The crowds,
I was always afraid of them...

Remaining hawk
in voyage of tears, birthing...

Why silently burns?
the red moon, in...

The hanged girls,
unraped...

In a wasp moment?
alone with myself...

Incandescent?
the oil lamps floating...

At the end of the day,
standing before a shut window...

You start forgetting
the absence of...

Nothing left to do
anything today...

Revealing id,
without ego, and hunger...

Deeply troubled inside,
I become silent...