I would not be lost without you,
My most endearing dream - my colorful starlight.
I would fall victim to the abyss of the past lives
That were never meant to be lived - or intertwined
In a warm armor of a coldblood.
I would not be hurt without you,
My most uncanny secret - my jewel of the stark horizon.
I would be, of a crown of desecrated mirth,
The queen of thousand cries for the deaf
And my heart could not be saved.
I would not be lonesome without you,
My flight of the silver owls - my brilliant night of peace.
I would be, in the ranks of devourers,
As serried with voices of cruelty and blaze
As a man is with his disease.
I would not be dying without you,
My key of the Nile - my rain on the late of June.
I would, in the storms of my blood,
Pour existence out the walks of the planets
Around the Star that can not glisten without you -
- and my poems would be forfeit to perfect darkness.