Tragedy is a conspiracy created by your soul so that you abandon your body and die.

Dear,HopeLet me stay tormented The fruit of sanity is forbidden I have fucked enough poetries to know how language Exaggerates, how it deceives

For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied

Your memory whips harder than your betrayal!

There must be a connection with these skiesthat I can't utterOh! dying skylet my love be this melancholy and my lover be this aloof!

I Should have chosen alcohol instead of your love and the beginning of my mad devotion!