When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...

Rain drip-drops on my skiN
Umbrella is broken, hellO...

Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...

some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...

Oh lord, I confess. Oh lord, I confess.
That it's been more than three days...

Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...

I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...