This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

On ephemerals,
I snooze while two butterflies...

Tell me:
what is mightier...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...

They just see perspective
for their attention is conditioned...

Go on and forget about me.
Forget that I have ever lived...

Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...