They remain distant
that is the reason they could...
Swaying palm trees dance
Red tide washes on the shore...
I wish it could all be different.
I wish fear wasn't two-faced...
Do I feel guilt? Of course I do,
but this time I do not let it consume me...
Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...
Beauty and youth
have no choice...
Living for the end
while doing everything...
It is so corroding to ask an alchemist
to give up alcohol...
I am a plague upon this planet
Yet still I rescue them from pain...
Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...
Where have the spirits gone?
I held them in my hands...
The warmth should inspire me to live,
but instead, it feels like a dreamland...