Do not punish yourself
devastatingly...

Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers...

It was the day of
dead patriarch...

Perfect bridges for a fading light
taking you to dark caves...

The crisis,
a distinctive nothing...

Turnover my secret past
I have to dig up my future...

The falcom rises again.
With pointed wings...

After centuries of reverie?
a dream breaks, falls...

Why the pink words
float in black eyes...

Distance was increasing
in spewing rage...

A diminutive moon
will ask about the infinity...

The weight of charity
sits on my shoulder...