Perhaps I possess elegance with
my undeclared language...

His compassion, like an old tree
strangles my sentiments with its...

The sky is semi swallowed,
and so is my heart...

I might hurt you, make you cry
make you wish you want to die...

I deport time over again,
as I journey with the ticks...

In any instance, you can witness
fear breaking away from my mind...

Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...

Gather my harvest,
then burn the dry field...

Let's reminisce the frightful nights of June the...
Perhaps we can walk back without shoes several...

On drugs, smoking,
on fermented bottles...

I'm a current of seasons,
a loose routine of uncertain...

Who said winter is a second
season...