I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

A gadfly
Buzzes...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

Without you
I am just a stranger...

A poetic hive without the bees of words,
The song that sings me out...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

Life is an interlude
between two deaths...

Mama, I cannot defeat you.
I cannot even fight you...