There are pieces of me you'd never see:
alabaster constellations...
Particles of Nox,
reside upon reserved iniquity...
Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul...
Not another love song
Or another book to read...
The beautiful angel will never fly
she's too busy drowning...
I wish there was a place where all my troubles...
With joy and happiness, where everything would...
Think, chew, next.
Sauce, chocolate, cheese...
Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...
That time again,
The time that keeps spinning...
Time does not bring relief
the lies you have told...
I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
Were there that day, that fateful day...
Plagued images
of rapture, torment...