Ending of day was beginning,
of a terrible awakening when you started filling
in the gap between the lies.
Truth aborts every time we conceive a bright idea.
Somebody takes a shot at you to kill the name.
Small birds twitter away, the hopeless light.
Every day you destroy, a part of yourself, concealing the light.
Lava flows in your eyes, scarring the profile of mind,
which was not stationary.
Confession was out of question.
Private feeling hooked you, to a perfect kiss of fate.
Hugging the wisdom, you started a laugh.
From great heights, you fall slowly,
crumbling I am on the bank of a stream,
identifying the inverted body.
From action to action, there was no peace.
I tried to sort out the wearing down of life.
After all, the narration cannot deliver the meaning of death.