SINCE DEATH HAS NO DATE Maybe I should start writing my will I never can tell when I w…
WILL Grenades can fly into my world Bombs may be ready to drop Seasons may change wea…
Glass of Water as if it would flow out the droppings of water the construal of transpa…
MIDNIGHT dead through the night the transformation of spirit imperturbation of mankind…
ARMOIRE The cabinet of death The container of miseries The home of war My Heart The qu…
When the night is no longer your night when the day is no longer your day when the oce…