Spitting fires tempt the breeze,
A trick to lure the sour...

-I apologise, this is a mess.
["Alas, I cannot travel...

branching veins,
black pupils...

My worst is when I feel my best, promise not to...
You're always parading around through mirror...

The sunset warning
to which i heed...

it comes like a dream;
if not immediately transcribed...

Plastic plates, plastic cups.
Plastic flowers...

Absence works to demoralise;
when the feeling's lost...

Covered in ivory clouds that the wind steals,
Selling to drought at a criminal price...

Spiked the sky and watch it turn black,
And it's true compassion is what I lack...

There's detoxification in the initiation,
You're cold and cold you'll stay...

You can watch the still of the sunset alone,
Waiting, watching, hoping in shades of pink and...