Denial of existence - 2


When the system was down,
a stuffy room made the western breeze graceful.

Time was dry.
Lost light drenched in white whistling.

Nature echoed.
Dust flew to the cost of islands.

Winter poured the rain.
The sharp jackpot shivered,
till the end of the illness.

The door was locked.
The mature rumor caught the wings of the wind.
The unspoken voice altered them to the storm.

The flare was the son of anger.
The land was smoothly shattered,
into the pieces of insomnia.

Winter poured melancholy.
Lunacy Pygmalion imitated the voice of dryness.

Emotion lost her opportunity.
The door was locked for rounding off.

The psychological candle poured the siren.
The last salutes loved the people who fade over time.

Ecstasy syndrome paused tears.
Existence was for the egoistic steroid.

Time must flow and repeat the roulette.
Then I heard the whisper open that window again.

But I knew that whisper opened it
to close it wholly forever.