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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used to think
I was lost...

I should not have to watch my step
in these deep, churning memories...