You need to know,
one shouldn\'t draw
the arcade of night.
When light goes down, I will
wake on the moon.
You choke on
jubilating the silent voices
playing with fire.
Our planet was
breaking. I am waiting
for something to arrive
to salvage the unmutilated morals.
When I pluck the words
from your lips, you start crying
for the lost meanings.
My fingers writhe,
and curl, to shape the question marks.
From where the screams
were coming?
I never got the response.