Poetry

Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility 
of reason. 
Ungrateful city has defeated me. 
I do not want any help 
One piercing of morality is sufficient 
to kill the portrait. 
 
I have promised myself to commit my 
hunger for a flame 
which should burn probing the pickled 
bones. 
 
the kindness is tied to a smell of terrible 
prophecies. 
First pray for sanity and then smash 
the book. 
I will be trembling throughout the night.