In Praise of Darkness

This house doesn’t want me conscious tonight.

This sudden destiny doesn’t want my disgust.

Maybe a beautiful song will cuddle.

This open house already escaped being a castle!

When a wall tore down of our beauty,

That’s when I learned they didn’t want murder!

He wisely sinned right in front of my poor face.

Such a nice destiny must be taken away from him!

All I see are ruthless soldiers,

Who afford only to see their own beauty!

Even world coloring dreams are not their Generals!

“We are happy with our own breath”,

They say,

“If they don’t see our way!”

“We are happy with our own heads”,

They say,

“If they are not to be executed!”