July
Is the source of all sadness.
Sipping blood, a little sunshine curse of an umbrella.
Your life is good in bad days.
With my dark palm
The tired body raped the night.
Sadness comes too fast.
When you're still dreaming.
Wait for the dinner that won't come, and open your eyes slightly.
torrential rain
It's so quiet after a calm.
July
This is a sinful hand. If you don't wake up,
July. There is never July.
the aged
Broken-hearted old man
Time has carved wrinkles on her hands.
You shouldn't be given a chance to live.
The long dream failed to continue.
A dark attic, an untouched dinner
The nails of the cross whisper.