I slit my wrists amidst an endless garden.
Cherry blossoms flow, drained from my heart...

The burden of over ease is boredom, creativity's...
a fell rumble of ideas connotes the future's sense...

I watch myself day and night in third person. I...
Why can't people let it go...

It's not what I'm made to do,
I don't need to watch the skies...

(This is not about Michaela, I just happen to miss...
I miss Michaela when she isn't here for me, I...

The bystander is self-centered,
a bleeding heart's betrayer...

I'm torn between me and myself,
I don't know which one to take from the shelf...

I'm stuck in this reality,
Right here with no identity...

Memory is perdition
to the sacrosanct magician...

These are just some words that come to mind when I...
The sequence is also of importance...

(Crooked pictures with shadowed edges
stumble with a gait into the arms...

We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...