Do you really know
the person behind the suit...

Nights
vacant...

With dust of the earth we were created,
And with dust of the earth we shall return...

Tossing and turning through colour binding dreams,
I awaken in the darkness of sadness and gloom...

S
w..C...

How am I supposed to feel?
People and voices keep on telling me...

Her heart remains submerged
On the eerie dark depths...

(P1)
Time stands still...

Poetry is the food of the soul,
A message from the subconscious...

Sticky, slimy phlegm, cobweb my airways,
Taking up residence in my nasal passages...

HOLD, AIM, TARGET, RELEASE...
wait a few seconds to watch your world disappear...

Roaming white winters
Enveloped by the night sky...