You walk into a trap.
The self-search must start...

Night.
A scantily clad sky...

A cameo?
after the chemo...

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...

After knowing so much
of unknown...

Fear overtakes the desire to happiness,
death is an accident...

Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers...

An acid dropp burns your lips,
dares you to question...

Night begins
the self-discovery...

The spat between the hydra
and sea...

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling...

Boots in air
an elite brain hangs out...