Checkmate

People are slowly sneaking past me! Like Sneaky sneezers hatched from the underworld who have sins; they always fall by themselves like mirror drops of tumbling light!

It's like sticky cell plasma! I watch in myself the worn-out, useless heartbeats; discipline struggles with distance and Daily presents me with new tasks! Between the hurricane waves of sounds, The worked-out minutes are blurred! Deceitful hands of liars blow up more possibilities!

Phlegmatic indifference prevails even in the more vigilant spirit, because my intellect wins the trendy jerk; all self-knowledge can disappear if the personality cannot feed its own thoughts! There is little self-criticism in the mask of plastered larval faces, defeated will wriggle like an apostate on a street corner! - Many people are on a path of self-destruction while a sure career is also a happy one! White-spongy desert a vision riddled with ecstasy of an empty brain! The Seeing Eye is also the sand of a white needle; it marches in the dark!

Treacherous stars wink at me, too, from the betrayal of this now prostitute World, makeup falls off! Nowadays, is altruism without it too Quanta?! When conscience is dying, one rapes oneself, and in every body pleads for another refuge of happiness! The face can only measure itself in the truths of broken mirrors to admit how much it was worth on the sieve-scales of life! He appropriated all the caresses he received as a gift!