That cameo was my secret grief.
He will make you sing...

Like a vampire,
night swoops down...

It was night sin
of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading...

Tonight the moon will sit
on the gazobe...

Let us talk about ligation.
I don't want to push the...

Grazing on the clouds,
moon was moving...

Dust to dust the soul,
moves in a confined circle...

Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze...

A scented moon caves in
on a tree top...

Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen...

You decline to speak-
to listen...

Prisoner of praise
was slave of anger...