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

Worn seeking for it,
In the depth of grisly pit...

Events I know are for history's gain;
must we lost for its fame...

I will work my peace,
Salvage some sleep from the tornado...

Derides his verve;
A lurking lassitude...

Oh! How marvellous thou to my core,
Maiden made no flaw...

Like catching the wind,
To unbind the string...

So many tears; nobody 's there.
Consolation and relief, are all worthless lies...

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

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

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

Unstable like stream;
he wanders in trance...