Circus Animals
Gathered around the gravel ring...

Ever think of the glossy halos women are supposed...

There’s a door that hides a light.
The light that peaks around the corridor...

Sometimes, my mind plays the violin,
And my fingertips bleed...

Maybe the world wants to add her to its menagerie...
A circus full of fabulous freaks...

Remember that time when we would yell
across those rocks...

Like a storm without a drop of rain,
nothing is satisfying...

It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...

You can find her amongst the chestnut trees...
You can see her in the shadows of your nightmares...

Trickery’s Beauty
Trickery is a must...

A non disposable monster, as I call it.
Just as I am alone, she slithers to manifest in...

Scents of rain and orchids seduce my willful body...
The mist coats the hair that stains my brow...