Oriental Decree

The empty cup in front of me sees through my soul,
Is it the dark night that I hear,
The trash on my room,
Or my beautiful cousin besides me,

Never did I see the actual selflessness
The oriental decree of a nocturnal
Yet dysfunctional,
Solitude.

The color gray casts the eye of my imagination,
Will it help me through the sickness?
Or lead me to my death.

The world revolves under me
Hinders the passage of her last breath.
I can hear her bones,
Crawling near me.

She is alive

I hear her jaw,
Calling my name.

She awaits me.
She loves me.
And she will kill me.

Never did I see the actual selflessness
The oriental decree of a nocturnal
Yet dysfunctional,
Solitude.