In a contradictionary flat,exposed with emotions
When to think it's old, with absent people
Piecemeal, it is shown and disapper instantly
My tales are a puzzle, eyes are zany
My longing is stagnant, maybe one day
When I surrendered, when you are neartest to me
A creepy dream that coming from my between my hands
My tedium is hidden in its lust
Being frightened by the dark, besprinkling fire by his/her eyes
Hidden in the last word of lies