Talking to the sun with closed eyes
Word racing along in a blinding redness
Their weight repress my desires as a ballast
Stair of the wind
Gushed out bark
My sleepy shadowings
Creeping
Waiting unceasing
Paciently
Like a lightcoat
It begins to rain
Sharp blades flying in the wind
Bood on my face
I don't feel the pain
Feelers cuddling me
Sweaty embrace
Choking nightmare
My silence
My sight gushed out
Hanged angels
Dangle to the nothingless above my head
My choice is a decisive scream
To the silence
The glitter of the snow
Dreadpainting
Strange illusion