Thoughts completely consumed-
Acidic memories burn with a sensation I never...

This ink flows so perfectly,
A discrepancy to life...

You speak words
Sour sounds escape your mouth...

He's holding her hand,
The child of her own...

The sweetest song
trickles into my ears...

This task,
so underrated...

Love poems were
once words built upon...

Stiff wind kisses
my face as a...

Lady of black-
How does it feel...

I swear,
the water does not...

I want my childish beliefs
To reign and control my soul...

World:
You are pitiful to me...