The time keep us going.
Life is a big chance..
For killing the others
Close our rooms overLike cocoons.
My masterpieces on my shelfs,
Painted my mind as they like.
Rats run on my ground ,
In nervous movements.
Lost the sun, the moon, air,
And my religion.
The pen ended his blood and died.
Naked, tears wetting me.
Red of my eyes, colour of my skin;
There's no difference.
Sindbad broke his ship by his hand...
In the stormy sea, and then....
He is watched by godIn the deepest darkness ocean.
As a cigarette in mouth of the time;
Smoking me till the last breath,
Then ...tread me under his feet
Without any compassion.