Unfolding the dark night,
quarter moon shrinks...

Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment...

Questions are the answers
and answers are the questions...

Will not show my wounds, life extracts a price.
A heap of pain, squeezed into eyes...

The journey is brutal when you arrive nowhere
striving for unsaid perfection...

Let me think without thoughts
to measure the mind, feel the crunching of words...

Using me,
I take a refuge in desire...

The questions haunt
the genes who could't stay...

It was a fractured miscarriage.
The system groaned like a huge cow...

My brothers killed me for a song
an antithesis to kiss for a chaste tree...

A surreal religion comes, straight to altar.
The doubts shift, organise the intolerance...

Messengers are out,
dynasty strikes...