The stars hang brightly in the
obsidian bowl of the heavens...

Looking down from a high perch, there is a black...
amidst the endless flow of white collars...

LHK
I miss many things, things that tear...

Time holds on to us all.
It pushes, pulls, drags us kicking...

My generation is made of plastic.
Plastic soldiers, plastic cars, plastic shirts and...

I stood amidst the shattered glass
that once I called my mind...

The boy sits in
A corner, looking at the masses...

The paths I have taken drop
memories, covering my...