I don't know

while my tiny body sleeping

in the starry night

one side

desire of

tearing these papers

who owned no back

cause he seemed half-black

oh

I'm sorry for

not knowing

who to aim

what to kill and

where to die

isn't owning insomnia

the evidence of livings?

well I am still rolling time

who sat his butt on my desk

desiring

I can tear these papers?

but look

sharp blood-red lines

connects the throne

and look 

spark in the end

blazes

like a chopped off neck

of a star

'He became legend soon he died'

sudden sleepiness push me

from the backside

onto the berth

but no body

would ever notice

curiosity of the dream sneaking into

taut veins and

they will soon

pierce out this evil night