Where the end is endless...

I will meet you,at sunrise,in
My skies,beyond the scars of ethic...



A few charred lips,speak of
Innocence,from a curtain of deceit...


The whole of a public morality
Hangs,from the cobweb of a traffic...


There is a lot more to a memoir,than
The textbooks of virtue will ever know...



Where the end is endless...

I will wait for you,at the break of dawn.....