A sentence ….” Life is my agony “ But? My whys The Pain of yours All Perhaps endless requiems for our tears Terminating us in this silence of unsaid side And dreams can’t go on The Emptiness is poisoning us On last monument of awareness I am sorry …maybe I am not understandable That’s my art That’s my beauty That’s my voice in the void Right…I am wrong Can’t make me right I must be wrong I must despairs To myself Hurting my mind Take my own happiness down in nothingness It’s hard to keep this poem in your mind Because I am a sad drunk man without drinking wine Passed you as I am not seen Yep it’s really mixed up It’s chaos of beauty Things has no end met each other here Full of grammatical problems Its ocean can’t be in one empty glass