You know that feeling,
when you are surrounded by a crowd...

Crystal diamonds, glistening grains of sand,
strewn across the shore's lifeless span...

The bravest of cowards
is an addict...

My head groans
as the world spins in the rhythm...

The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...

I'm holding you,
loving you...

More words to you, boy -
the cycle repeating...

Behind my home there is a garden
of exquisite flowers glittering in the light...

I am the acidic poison,
burning in your wounds...

You're a dream,
a beautiful...

Taking the strings, loving the strands,
of the marionettes carved by your hand...

It’s loud here,
in this place they call a mind...