light close all loopholes
wind chill lurking from behind the season
There is only one hole for me to breathe
my faith began to blister and festering
his voice was getting more and more irregular and...
the sky started to fell down.


I was not the sword that you're plugs
and I never sell the world to anyone
I'm not a faith balls that you're hit
and impossible I mortgage the God, Moreover to a prostitute
I was just mourning in a dark place
and when I give my piety out
light was close all loopholes again and...
the sky looks like fell down.



my sonnet has long since abandoned in the land of exile
his heart beating slower and offing Dim
whereas a piece of paper accounting the saga in his pocket
the saga of nonsense and gibberish about what I note
and then the light came back to close all loopholes
so I'm more afraid of breaking any my logicality who not logical
because my forethought was nothing more than a poor that does not settle down
like the snow that vanished in early summer
just like the encounter without said and face-to-face
I cried and seemed my melt of tears was slapped by......
the sky fell down