SHE is like a tornado perpetually spinning around My subconscious state, Travelling from memories unto reality , Breaking at crack of dawn into the horizon of My Mornings, And at Twilight emptying me of myself.
Words flowing in my blood have instigated a reign of terror commencing a war within vessels carrying them. Oozing through Narrow capillaries to gigantic ventricular systems of Vena Cava's And Aorta, hitherto flowing endlessly Now ought to sprout in the depths of my Aura expressing themselves as thorns and letting this soul to bloom like a Rose. Ahh, the creator didn't left any loophole And the heart left as cemetery since, for these ardent words couldn't sprout.