corpses spred in front
of me, but i know the
battle ain't won yet

Asuguo

there is no surprise
when i wake up
to another cold day

Asuguo

the stillness of sleep
leaves me unprotected
to the cold

Asuguo

fed up on nausea,
but too disciplined
to puke

Asuguo

in disbelief, but
without pain i watch the blood
drop out of the wound

Asuguo

i'm looking for ways
to make my myself
unattractive for mosquitoes

Asuguo

among all those people with
umbrellas, the girl hiding
under milkbars is an eyecatcher

Asuguo

reality is the
fear media inflicts
on people

Asuguo

the minute i set foot
in the first district
the rain stopped falling

Asuguo

forgot to lock the front door
yesterday. nobody came in
to kill or rob me

Asuguo