Chasing dream through time
stepping on the glass...

The actors, the stage
pure enmity rising from...

Blue eyes,
crystal water...

I don't know exactly what to say or write about in...

I lift the whiskey bottle to my lips, allow the...
(Tell me if anything needs to be changed or if I...

It would have been better
if I had never been born...

He stands alone and speaks of light,
memories and the boy who cried murder...

A
Lioness made of...

Mr. High-and-Mighty sits on his wall.
Mr. Justice, why do you stall...

A gaping wound, torrent of blood
spilling out the purest regret...

It began as simply as nature v. nurture, the...
the Fly and the sylvan. One world as distant as...

I spoke with my shadow the other day and wondered...