The Sinner's Bell Poem by Antonio Liao

drifted in the cliff, surfing the
wave of ecstasy for even in the high spirit
of dream it dilute to reality

flesh come to flesh, passion with lust
a chances to win, destroyed becomes
the loser who stands up in the side of
the edge

nobody to hold, stream comes to the
sea, while the tender falls cried to tears
as the wish become dull easy to surrender
and be fool

blink thunder every eyes of grain, taste
like salted candy, and the hour comes to
limit the end is near

never have I gone to this pick than to
leave a falling tear in my eyes...Guilty