The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...
Each time it happens
And it happens a lot...
to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...
If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...
Accepting you own
means recognition of the...
How green the mortal
for the undying garden...
In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...
Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...
most thoughts are not important they contain...
thoughts of math and science are important...
the moment we are conceived we are subject to the...
lightening could strike the mother...
Time is life
spent in the amnesia...
tears tore me
dripping dropping...