Feast

I am rejected by your giant size ego.
Let me know which door to enter.
Let me know which street to across.

Lack of knowledge.
No more information.

Alone.

I vowed to cut down.
I am not going to be your feast for tonight.

Not anymore.

Crashed!

I could hear my heart exploding a grenade of an impatient sirens of war.

Calling.
Yelling.
Fighting.

Against your threat.

Dosage

More understanding.
More pills of trust.



More calm tone.

More understanding.


Those will be my breakfast menu tomorrow. Stir them well, Cook!

Attendance

Be present is not enough.
I have to be braver.
I have to make communication and agreement between two-headed evils.
You and I, in the deepest dissapointment.