I do not lie.
I lie amidst truths untold...

And now death has lived to his desired taste.
Truth despairs in desolation...

A romantic mare's nest so real in abstracts.
My head drains slowly along deluge of thoughts...

Enthrone me oh goddess of the beauties;
let me a seat in thy heart...

The youngest brother;
The power of trinity to perfect every flaw...

Howling blues dawned,
And cast on my head many clouds...