I always appear to be roaming,
though sometimes the world in front of me...

Don't you fear the need to be ordinary
Stop looking around and see they...

Your hands are gone.
I look at my own and I am disgusted...

If I don't quit,
I'll be swallowed by without you's...

I once perceived you as a flurry of chormatic
scales, audibly falling onto the bridge of my lips...

Dancing
without feeling...

The room
and everyone's...

Sulfur
it's what you want me to...

She didn't know any better,
they'd all croak...

Surrounding boxes
she never gets the chance...

He was hidden behind
olive fingerprints...

Hands smaller than before
with see-through creases...