rain become stones
blood instead of bones.
going downtown
loneliness is alone.
nothing found
ever since grown.
stones turns to rain
but everything's the same.
body tightly bound
how me goes pronoun.
full stomach to starve,
how titan killed a dwarf.
the age is twenty seven
and it remembers eleven.
nightmare is a dream
that happens after weed.
and the age is nightmare too
as summer likes the noon.
like a space without borders
the others ignore the loners.
everything is to prohibit,
never breaking habit.
twenty seven to romanticise,
until then running wild.
