After you gave me a
split rupture...

Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...

The fear right
below your skin, festers...

Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...

In lost island,
water and boat, I...

I don't hear
I don't speak...

One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the...

Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the...

You were lost
in this brutal world...

Shy from finding
the depth of your being...

It will not happen
again, the eye contact...

Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey...