sometimes I wonder
Is it love or lusting for statuesque.
I will never know.
turning into a cadaver.
Wish I had enough time
To understand why you’re lugubrious
all the time
What makes your heart vellicate
This moment is million years past
I wait to be noticed,
or have the feathers of ruinous angel
crown me king.
Life is a mere vision.
Depends on what yours is.