Suckers of an octopus arm
entwine...

Siblings
will take care of the morgue...

Deep blue, almost black,
sadness...

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death...

Slightly indecently
the moon was sleeping...

I am not stopping by.
Day was crumbling...

I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question...

Cutting across the food wars
against adamant century...

Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be...

Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope...

After knowing you,
I want to unknow me...

Under the tree of learning
of another life, the primitive father arrives...