Shadows fringe on my paper
Two worldly spectrums combine...

Everlasting time eating up a meal
Decorated brain-men, fated to die...

Mud of blood and earth
Beneath these feet...

In a dream
She wears a flowered skirt (she always does...

I can see your thousand lives
Atoned within the skies...

The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...

And we bring about something
With inane ramblings forth...

The breaking clouds might win again
They will never be my friends...

These people are plastic
Their eyes without names shine paper or air...

You won’t live the years of
Your life...

Dear phantasm sleeps tonight
We should not fear her bite...

What is a knife
But an escape from bitter endings...