What can a
Person so
Helpless as
Me do than
You cannot
Ask me to
Deconstruct
Everything!
The future's dark ,
No light to see...
became
A monster...
A figment of
Sick oestrus!
The only one
On Earth being
Without
Until now
that I turned to
Be Alone and
Together
Fully immerged
In flimsy
Transparent
Sentiments...
How can I
Be saved from
Seeing the
Inevitable?
Regression ...
Imbalance ...
Oh, if I
Could only
Touch your hand!
