I pick my pen when
I am in pain, I try to write
but it could not be watertight
It could not be universalized
It could not be mystified

Sitting at the table upright
I go back to the memory sites
Turn back the wheels, scroll and p
Take a moment and capture your gli
That had passed my sight,

On the deserted road,
When someone strolls,
It kills her more;
With no hint to the
Destiny upholds,

I don’t pray, why?
I do not believe is the reply
I don’t have faith
I can not rely, on
God who does not sway by

facade I did partake
I die a million death
Under this camouflage
i begin to believe
that surrounds the flees

The stream says I will find a way
I go through roughs
I can explode someday
I am anxious
I have know anxiety of days

And I dreamt
His hatred before me
All equipped
I was the slut, the whore, the bit
I do not fit

Numb in love, down with despair
Evil spirituality of heart and sou
There is a lot left, to be, felt e
passion enthusiasm, of enemy or fo
for I do not know, for i do not kn

It is the smile of my lips
what to do It’s feeding on it
soon its beauty will vanish
but I will still cling to IT
It’s like loving a rain

A dear half fed on,
A woman half laid down,
A girl partially turned on,
between the lanes of morality
and modernity;

I am very luck,
I came across you,
Not particularly happy;
What I did around you,
He knows it all well:

I am exiled from my own believes
I grew up far away from my creed
No peace No pace No place
I find for myself none of these
Reality strike, I want to hide

Yes, I can die ignorant!
But what to do of age,
I don’t have terms to support me;
I don’t have quotes compressed,
Sentences filled with meanings