Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...

The way back it worked
the pretention...

A perpetual war between
frame and content feeds...

I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars,
while death was always near...

The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...

The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with...

A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer...

Night melts into tears,
day sums up the pain...