You were lost
in this brutal world...

Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the...

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

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

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

Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...

The fear right
below your skin, festers...

Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...

After you gave me a
split rupture...

You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's...

In soundless
landscape, I will meet the...

When I ask for
the innovation, you...