After tasting the homemade
poison, the walls...

When you plan to quit,
the ghost limb will slash the wrist...

You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb...

Snakebitten
you raise your hand...

Night will feed the sleep
sleep will feed the night...

The rose month is coming
I am not ready to receive the guest...

You were shrinking
like microcephaly...

The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings...

Joining back tribe
was not atonement...

Tainted blood
cruising in wrong legs...

Renunciating
the flesh, now you ask for...

It was less savory.
The tibia breaks and you...