Everything would end.
Why we are able to live...

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...

The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...

Separation is
the only way we prevail...

They're truly close but
they never reach out or say...

Going out
going in...

My heart is a
magic peregrine bird...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

Surviving the day
the new blossom is ought to...

Throat of an Hourglass
Such inverse efficacy...