Silent bones whisper nameless thoughts,
their solidarity inviting to nervous lucidity...

Idols peering sideways, forthrightly downcoming,
flickering moths of melting butter flying madly...

What a fastidious quarantine i've found in...
quietly perfunctory like the malaise of my allure...

There's a skull tomorrow for eyes to roll up into:
steps of null and thankless glittering memories...

Withdrawal...
The eyes are all upon my soul...

Med and bait and heart in wait!
Nary tallow frail and hallowed...

Prince anathema tries to forget
he's not alone when he's with me...

It seems so insane,
Feigning the mundane...

If time can't heal and love does naught but hurt...
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy...

Verdant patterns reeling
and feeling like a tree...

No longer bound in rusty chains,
I feel the wind on my face...

The crescent dye eclipses barren tables. Starve to...
Won't believe in patterns tempting visions. Copper...