Veto

This work describes a remorse which cannot be undone.

Long before I have to go

take the forlorn path

I have to chase away my shadow





Deserted.

Crossroads.

Mud.

Mirage.





The sweet smell leads me to a porous wall

the sunlight seeps through

detecting my cold soul like Luminol



A white lily.

a needle with its thread slipping out.

roll call.

a quietened wail.



My Repent....