I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...

Perhaps we haven't reached the end of the world...
We are no longer sensitive toward blood, we infact...

A month ago,
he flew off...

I was always positive,
that agony was somewhere...

Keep your torch on fire
fairy of the light...

Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...

I have only known
what bitter tastes like...

I'm dissolving into powder,
the more I'm crushed...

I am a broad ocean of
words; wild and bottomless...

Echoes of my quite laughter
wound the air like a crash...

At morning she looked
much brighter than midnight...

Her pen name symbolizes
the muse of misfortune...