Children of stink, cannot smell the rose.
Lithium in their blood...

How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind...

Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame...

Throwing the prosthesis, he jumped for
numericals, refusing to expand...

Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days...

A hero demands affection, the heat
for a surrogate role...

For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition...

And the lineage of existence
does not fade...

Ends did not meet, like beginnings,
fact was insulted by fiction...

It was in you,
the beast...

Pain unites the victims.
Discreetly, afterword, was the same...

This is it, I want to say.
An acid rain falling each evening...