Today I am drunk with pain
due to fragility of reason.
Ungrateful city has defeated me.
I do not want any help.
One piercing of morality is sufficient
to kill the portrait.
I have promised myself
to commit my hunger
for a flame
which should burn
probing the pickled bones.
The kindness is tied to a smell
of terrible prophecies.
First pray for sanity
and then smash the book.
I will be trembling throughout the night.
