on my forehead
pecks
on my cheeks
I got when I was a wind-bud of innocence
one by one the drops of rain
blown away
by the bankrupt wind
the full pant
drew a lot of curiosity and criticism
: when
I was looking at the watch
it laughed,
the tide lashed out,
now I find myself thrown out
under crook and clumsy seductive adolescence.
Head down
Straight paths turn into snakes,
inhale
venoms in the air
the taste of my senses turned sour
unknown pricks
the soul is heavy and restless,
The world appears suffocated ruthless.
Now and then
, sentiments creep in,
cool like hot wind blowing around
, I do not know how to warm my heart
and cool my mind,
easy life becomes hard, thinking gone absurd,
depth less burning, calm less itching titillation
insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
fear-guilty-under morality-frozen blood
Reason-logic floats tumultuous overturn
vessels in the flood,
volcanic eruption crave quivering,
crazy emotions all are thrilling!
How to cope,
where to turn,
is easy life forever gone?