Silence did not treat you
the way he treated me...
Diabolical demons disturb
a sleeping saints silence...
This is the story of a boy,
Who had an invisible friend...
blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...
October is freely bleeding
from our veins...
When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...
Being in love is hard,
more complicated I should say...
a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...
I’m striving to
Be a Phoenix...
Deeply and thoroughly
you strike in daylight...
Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...
there’s a surging
under her skin...