I am not of here,
I am from a place...

When was
and where...

I am the survivor
of the ultimate attack...

"God is dead "*
That’s why we are here so tragically lonely...

“They smell your mouth lest you dared to tell...
In perpetuum they flip...

I am lonely
I am so lonely...

To my bloom:
I would love to dip my nose forever in your petals...

I shall be forever unrecognized.
I shall forever be...

The audience adored him...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

Why
when we grow fangs...

Looking for a poetical moments I searched...
but I have found nothing...