From now on...

From now on arrows are a so on
weight to the head
straight to a rock forehead
which only feel is pain
which only hardness
are sweet young flowers
from sweet old ground
nobody thought such
a loneliness could come
all splited in dragonflies
arranged with such
incredible madness
none could ever predict
the plague of
suicidal instants
all covered in smoke
quitting the jaws
of existence
none