Uttered words urge deserved happiness,
as fears pepper such perfect thoughts...
You can have another brick.
My heart isn't made of stone...
Cold closes to confine,
binds in its grip...
Hello my master.
The day is long...
Entangled in a dream
Nocturnal night merge with sunlight season...
No one sees her there
Ghost child...
Ashtray is what i am
A cold-hearted person...
Where am I?
Who am I...
Laura!
Where are you going with that knife...
I'm lost in a void of angst that's so deep,
emotions etched and scraping to hinder...
Do you still dream
of blasted lands...
Rustling of dry leaves. In a slow silent breeze...
I walk down the lone path, arched doorway looming...