We scratched these walls
carved the hardships...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...

Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...

You hurt the true hearts and try to hide it from...
You hide your fangs...

Life is dubious
though death is certain...

_What is the mathematical measurement of love
between the point A and B...

How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...

Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...

My pains have increased,
so have I, my tolerance...

We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...

I wish I were the pivotal point
at the centre of gravity...