three best poems:
Dead Demon
man of the past always crying
it
alien despair goes
Satan darkness of despair invariably NIP
vulnerable as it clouds the sun on the NIP riven
dissociation of the destruction steal dreams ...
...
Why me?
spell out mouth to look fixedly
you remind me uncertain about someone
Cry ubiquitous sun
hides absolutely fierce angel
Redemption on a long face like no one admires the reality of redemption
guilt...
Night treacherous ...
forward to the past lie ...
punishment
spell out kill us as the slaughter house madness
is vanishing
Finally the sun cries
fatal fatal encounters ghosts lie
Who knows whether the alien...