Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words kill...

I don't want any applause.
Think. think on...

The dusk panics.
Molten ash stings, bearing...

This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche...

A wreath of skulls
you want to hang on the wall...

I should not have been
there, where I am now...

Catching a glimpse
of moon...

Half acting you take
the broom for the journey...

You open me up
like an envelope without...

On the canvas,
I was drawing only the feet...

Ah, it was not a diamond
ring. In your palm was sitting...

Mind-set of fractured
faith, falters...