Yoke

      
     Skeleton-armed trees threw a dagger at seeing it cringe! Wall-to-wall! Seeing that he had touched the World as a fallen blind spot; unexpectedly a shard-tiled tile enters its mirrors and hangs on the edges of Being! On Golgotha nights behind the eyes, you don’t know when the guards can come hand in hand with the Watchers! On their foreheads there shines the ticket of the human desire for the ceaseless right! The invited Death grabs us when all living things are undressed and the ash-swallow bodies of skulls fading in empty eye rolls are soulless! He fell to the ground in a split space, dug into a hut and returned!
      
     Because every vision deteriorates into the fog if we don’t pay enough attention to its voices! They speak for you from the bastards of Wounded Time; as a mortal, your naked loneliness is better accustomed to; perhaps even the immortal Universe can be destroyed at any time if the pulsating heart-petals are trampled! "Now the sobered Indifference is breathing and living on our worn-out, prostituted allegiances are no longer ours!" Our little boy's orphanage is constantly calling home as homesickness! We became prey on a cheap, otherworldly feast - we wander among ghostly summoned orphans!
      
     We do not yet know who will return to our lives with love? "We already live there behind all the things that can be challenged, our silence is swallowing up dumplings of silence, even the Silence of Times carries signs on you;" your every day is more treacherous and more liar than your nights! People’s pride hides stigma wounds on your face every day and they don’t see how important sincere Friendship would be if they looked behind your mask! - The Savior closes the Dear radiance behind my lashes!