Let\'s play a game:
hopscotch around landmines...

Her smile was a tear
in the fabric of herself...

Here, help me be myself.
I'm a glitch stuck on...

And the silence perfumes madness
With a drifting scent; the words...

This is one of my many masks,
me staring through the broken glass...

I slept through it and then i never met you, but...
without your body...

These skies are too narrow,.. to show our...
this water is too shallow.. to hold our reflection...

Can you feel the detachment
as it sweeps you off your feet...

As you make yourself up
and slip into your...

And what a world
it breeds, it needs...

Seemingly determined to
assimilate eternity...

I don't really remember whether it was just last...
or another night that passed like light through...