NO WINGS TO FLY
What new forms your sanity may assume,
You will forever remember what I am going to say,
When to you, a man is turned into a big insect,
no wings to fly,
Take him as an insane,
for this is a world of man!!!
Done.
IN A DARK CAVE
What a compulsion it is!
Time caresses my happiness in a dark cave,
precious stones decorate my dreams,
floating upon waves of pleasurable thoughts,
Ahh! Who allows light to enter?
Disintegrates the grand symphony of obsession,
I am the hearse of reality.
