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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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