I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

An hour passed,
pausing time...

In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...

Let me cry in this embrace—
if there is still an embrace left...

We are old news, expired
before we even began...

Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...

You were a star,
shining brilliantly...

A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...