On the shining silhoutte of your hairy skies,
I kissed your heart to feel the cries,
Lying in the breaths of your bizarre scars,
From which you can't separate apart,
I hold your breath as you alight the horizons of your deadly screams,
To take its taste being my aforesaid dream,
I lie there to catch each crying breath,
To make a jewellery into your depth,
Painting your each better and bitter moment in my heart,
Like a canvas etched...