Up
In the sky...

Lapping up with
its red tongue...

Struggles with pain
And disappointment are killing...

The problem with life to me
Seems to be that...

Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people...

You enveloped me
When others would flee...

Coded banality regards tomorrow
With crimson sockets...

It is middle May
And the sky is in a mood...

I told them they would destroy my world
They would make it a hell...

Because you do not know
In spite of the spatial grow...

Everyone loves love these days
Has it always been so...

Slowly
Silently...