In the even scales
of fangs there are no justness...

In twilight
on the turning toe of...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

How come is your absence more present than your...
How come world is suddenly this empty...

No one stands for the truth anymore.
Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...

I am alive though
life is a party I've been...

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of the loneliness...

Just being a drop for you,
is enough...

Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...

You inject the poison of your contempt to your...
disallowing her to discover the word clearer...

You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud...