Just wanted to be
myself today, ripped after...

Reigniting blood moon,
I have come to...

The dusk panics.
Molten ash stings, bearing...

Night was young.
Shameless moon...

How I loved you
green, in hot summer...

The art of faking
will not come to me...

The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage...

A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms...

That targeted sleep will not come
at once...

Come via
moon gate. I will meet...

I will be kissing in proxy?
at the dark side of...

I don't belong to me,
to you, to her, to him...