New Year Midnight
'now the bell rang,
a year is dead.
and my heart is slowly beating, like a drum that has know end.
life is the youngest man, but not a friend of mine.
'I can hear the tinnitus of the ghost, moving around, dream beyond dream:
mingling with the dying, bell sound fading into memories like a rain drop, falling
into a river, thy form source of earth
! o how would i love graveyard with a teeth, rolling down, no! no! move not the