like a kite...

when the wind of the truth
harshly touch your soul...

I am sorry ' for what i can't change
too lonely to rearrange the cursed pages...

the night is falling
the light disappear...

woken up ' they ruined my brain
I don't remember my name...

would you fix my greave
with your glue...

The voices ,comes
because they know we are lonely...

i promised myself not hurt myself mom
you loved me...

enough said
too cold to tolerate...

the triangle and physics
the chemical taste...

to those whom gone further than me
well' i wonder...

Of all left words
O' nothing is more evident...