Beat at a stone cold
core, wistfully swaying to...

It seems we're losing that closure.
Yet again the scent of lavender...

Retracing steps from gray, cracked concrete to
burnt grass, alongside my converse with lyrics...

(I have to remind myself
how to breathe...

I'm nearly sure that I live within those
heavy rhythms, the beats unknown that yet...

He never had perfect prose,
nowhere near the sort...

Dear Scarlet, she who sought
refuge in murky dreams, daunted...

I used to think
I was lost...

I always wanted to portray that sense
of thudding speakers, like I had the whole...

"How can you tell me that
you don't feel anything?&quot...

Love has yet again escaped your breath tonight...
become embedded in our accident of a...

Dear Edwin, the puppet controlled by fear
and a fraying strand of fate. His lonely heart...