Sunday, February 05, 2017

空洞

從漆黑的洞穴爬出來 看見陽光 語言是一道牆 如此荒蕪 一片空洞

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Lilies

Lilies.Poisonous beautiful.Your words
Weaving a spider web
in which I die intricately,slowly and silently
Suspending in the air
my dark body floats
witnessing my inevitable death symbolically
in this real world
Opium is your nature
Reaching the solid ground
My numerous legs dwelling in fiction
where I breathe
surrealistically...mysteriously
I am François, a blank lover

The Cranberries - Dying in the Sun