Poezja

Aura begins from tongue 
to spit fire and frozen rain 
in the epileptic rage of insanity. 
 
Excruciating charm of august mind 
is fading. 
Life wants to humiliate the sunshine 
and hate desires to meet its rival in disguise. 
Hope’s termination had a beginning somewhere. 
I search the inky sky for a star. 
 
The void did’t have a center 
A collection of tears becomes an art. 
 
A bit of sin here, 
a grain of guilt there. 
The ending of dark stairs 
depends on the black walls.