Between you and me
there was no sound...

In search of lost
memory, there was no regret...

Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up...

It was a fake time,
moon will not rise...

Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again...

Take off the glasses and
look at it closely, the infant...

It haunts.
You still want to see the...

Was I sane?
Like poetry infiltrating...

In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were...

It was darkest
night, when truth died...

You are not
on my page...

It was not dark
in a killing field...