She's written her tragedies down in passionate ink
Waiting for a sign from the clear, cloudless sky...

Solitary limbs
Face powdered and as calm...

Reflection is an enigmatic concept;
a 15 by 30 mirror frames my figure...

Hands tied behind my back,
the Devil is too loud, playing...

I was looking for someone close by. Someone I...
But I have nothing more now. I have less...

This is my dream song-
where my future will melodize...

He lays freely
on his side...

And I trace my scarred fingers
across a heaven's river of endless...

Candle spice ventures on a promenade
across singing amber walls...

"Don't make me, please. What have I done to...
The whispers pester me until I must take my gaze...

North
is where...

The waxed, cleanly shaven sun
tied fables around the mountain dune...