Aura begins from tongue to spit fire
and frozen rain in the epileptic rage of insanity.
Excruciating charm of august mind is fading.
Life wants to humiliate the sunshine and hate desires
to meet its rival in disguise.
Hope’s termination had a beginning somewhere.
I search the inky sky for a star.
The void didn’t have a center.
A collection of tears becomes an art.
A bit of sin here, a grain of guilt there.
The ending of dark stairs depends on the black walls.