"I love you like the stars of lonely eyes, on seven consecutive Friday nights."
The lost souls from which my songs filled
Leaving the words emptied of the Pills
Keeping the meaning without emotion
Leaving your heart to flow in the lonely ocean
Poems I've written lost concern
For the rhymes I used to learn
Now it is someone else's turn
Keep from me different yearns
Of success
Keep the stress
Leaving the thoughtful sound in a mess
You can't appreciate what's less
In the words of hidden temples and nests
At least within my mind
All I could do is grind
That's an odd term
The meta form of this poem is of no firm call
It's only to speak
To let you in the place my closest friends want to seek
I lay here in these lonely nights
Writing my poems in start skies
I killed him
Knife in throat
Leaving his soul just to drift with his memories
Sweet memories
Potions are full of remedies
Except for death
Trust me
I've suffered twice
That's the reason I lay with a knife
Crying my emotions out
Put on the mask that hid your mount
