Endo,
hallucination to point blank...
Burn:
burn for my syllic silence...
I feel like this is where I end
In the parking lot of a thrifty wash...
My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through...
I remember you, as though you
were the biggest sin bound to my surface...
There's only so many ways you can say that lonely...
But I get it...
Pray, pray for me-hate me and I'd be free...
No love in the atmosphere cause I'm here: where is...
The "Kawwing" sound
The sound of intent...
On one side there's a face,
Smiling and holding back giggles...
Move on once,
when I'm gone...
I don't understand,
you left it all beneath diagrams...
I am hyperventilating again.
The wind is roaring at my window shutter mimicking...