In the tyranny of games
I refused to mimic them
Their innate meanings
And shallow inners
Lines of thought, chains of speed
They surround my nearness
To retrieve my memoirs
I have to ask the distant charm
And count on the stars
And their permanent sins
Hanging on the future
Chilling in burning ashes
I entertain the snakes
hastened by the death
christned in the womb
Move forward and up
In rates of morbid dreams
Raid of bullets
On the roller coasters
Peace kerchiefs
For blood baths
There are many like me
Carved in stems and rot
Better not to smell
The flower of life
you cannot be desperate
In paradaise of problems
Distant charmes lead my way
The warm shades never missed
My ailing soul in knots
Pleasant pupil is a lie
Uttered omens never fade away
Grave mistakes are fogotten
Silly acts are to stay
Thumping heart doesn't know
The prey is here, untied
Fog end of a journey
Far minds meets in sanity
They heed to the voices from hell
bound to grow in roots and branches
Damn my stars! Myriad of ways
Sketched in destiny and I hold my tongue
Straight from the heart, a thunderstorm
Over the heaps of fate, there exist a scheme
Get the leaves of truth and surge ahead in pain
