In my eternarl search
white faces and deep eyes
but with inspirations~hights~

I rest

Stop the noise
Hey i am crumbling here!

the voices so loud
the walks of passers by

this schock me and hurt me
i can feel it in my guts

??????
what guts?

I was a poet you know
but they put me there
grounded!

Now i am just a skeleton
thin and perverse

until i get the most beautiful words
and put them in a new poem

but how?

stop the noise!
Hey i am crumbling here

but damn, has no more respect!

they remain talking
upon My Grave
in my  Graveyard !

Yes, I am a deadly soul!
ha,ha, ha ...
No one expected for that einh????

with vaporous torn dress
dancing around others graves
waiting for a word
to break up the enchantment 

cursed by poor stanzas
that i heard and in a hidden place
I hold it!

So Behold!!! I am angry again
and for a word i am searching for

just stop by my grave
no noises no scandals
just be brave
and one word
you must to say!

Thanks