The pulling of string
A heart so fierce, yet so tired...

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

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

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

Trickery’s Beauty
Trickery is a must...

You try to break me, but couldn't
You tried to kill my bleeding heart, but you...

The feeling of concrete confinement against my...
Scratch...

The heart of a fighter does not always wear armor...
The essence of being alive and holding the urge to...

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

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

Without foundation, we unravel like a woman...
Like a man without his whiskey...