One night in his complex and mad mind..
Will make you love and hate him or will make you kind...
These words of his like rootless trees fall...
No more on your face a smile they are able to call..
The only door connecting his existence to reality slowly closes..
The bed of nails await him which he once dream to be of roses..






Under the naked sky filled with brightest stars..
Our hearts palpitate pressing each other are..
Alive and the moment awakened like a beetle..
Promises in life and faith in old love settles..


Wrote for someone.. found it in my inbox.. :)