For you
I am walking on rocks...

It was in you,
the beast...

It was to happen
from known to unknown...

Do not talk of unhealing wounds,
talk of the weapons...

An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops...

The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...

A fake sanity with its wisdom
enlarges the space between the coarse...

No more I will
confront you in rain after...

Thoughts?
were not picking the words...

In shreds,
the day has passed...

There was something
between the lips...

When I wanted
to stop you, the flame was...