if I could only get over if

Sweet night comedown

I, the boor,

a drunk, peasant genius,

a lonely ward of heaven.

Love is sacred proof

Here’s to never

The damned are soaring.

Don’t believe society’s heroes.

A rich man full with cunning

I will love wildly and dream of flying

with a constant heart full of live.

We are forever fighting winter.

I have come to laugh at god and infinity

Damn infinity.

Arid delights

A black-hearted fever poet

Hard time in hell

See beauty in every moment

I am only mortal

Through the windshield of discontent

did I come.