A strange atmosphere

You're a tattooed image of love

my skin, and I can do about anything.

Symphony cells give 

sound of the sea, such as noise,

or is it the sound of the choir of sirens?

Time to go forward with the storm

does not rain any emotions show.

Crawling along the shores of the soul sisters

the sun as lizards

tears at the corners of the eye.

Surrender to the security of the wind in the back

that's what I'm afraid to no avail.

The strange atmosphere of the power of the morning

day rise. casting quietly

utopia deeper into the void.

Inside me wind down tea,

longing makes me a zombie.

I'm thinking too much, I travel to the brain

recesses, it is the place to cover catacomb.

Hysteria be silent

I do not let it sway August

grain, ceiling lamp on the floor

it is waiting for the installer.