Neurotic how cyclones
embrace your elegance...

I'm ablaze,
and although it burns...

I'm much too
holy...

I awoke,
to the presence...

I died,
and yet I was awoken by revolving doors...

Sakura descend,
On lantern waters they ease...

I watched you burn,
only to be reborn...

I'm inflamed by the neurotic
obsessions which have...

"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief&quot...

I am a fan of darkness,
his lips seem to beckon desire...

The forgone
dampens my bones...

Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...