Your beauty:
Unreal...

I am rowing and rowing
down a lake of fire...

From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...

Love is like a jagged bright street,
That runs through a darkness that is not complete...

So, we've reached the end
And it feels like...

Like bees to their
queen we flock to her...

Violet is the color of the
dress you wore when...

Poetry and reading are for women,
and games and series are for nerds...

With an aching heart and a heavy chest,
I wonder: what if this is just a test...

O! Sweet sorrow--
her feeble hands, shaking...

I see people walking
down the street...

I was lost in time
I was lost in space...