Like sun rays...
through detailed stain glass windows...

Cut, scrape away a part of his heart and lung... I
assure you, after the opp; he will still breathe...

Whirlwind of chaos,
rational mind...

Absorbing
words through my eyes...

Love is Just a word for the logical mind,
Its an illusion,its fake...

The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...

So I'm told...
Its the good that die young...

The titanic's last few hours, in the pit of my...
piercing screams echo my derelict shell...

...

I happily lay between darkness and light,
lifeless...

A soul that was tainted,
now free to smile...

Vines for veins, pumping
the bitter taste of a bad wine...