Timeless waters engulf our drowsy imagination
Where dreams are made and lost...

Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...

When the silver Sun shines on you
with you...

One
Red mist descends upon the eyes...

And so I ran out into the battlefield
Armed with pretence...

Warm sea mist covers his icy countenance as his...

She spends hours, even days in the bathroom now
staring at the mirror- it stares back at her...

The sly little devil lets out the murderous...
The sound feeds slyly on bemused walls...