Twisted is the night when rainfall brings her home
casting formations upon love circles and echos of...
we vote them for good,
we make them stand beyond the...
they're the prince of air,
murdering us silently...
R ings aloud, so abrupt, it interrupts - the...
O ff to my bed, heat the pan and beat the egg...
What God has created
humankind is destroying...
I stifle my scream
Turn pain to Peaches and Cream...
The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring...
A piece of orange hair stitched into his scalp
he must have forgotten to wear them goggles...
He lives in a bubble
with a constant need to blame others...
The fireworks in the background are still popping...
Perhaps it could be gunshots...
A certain button I can't push
mistakes I can't undo...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...