After the angels came,
we knew that their light...

All of us, both insects and apes,
were caught off-guard by her screams...

At the dusk of despair did she beckon
the demons of winter to the warmth of spring...

Through tunnel vision and indifference
she portrayed the beauty of destruction...

I can't remember the last time I tried to die.
It was long ago, somewhere between...

Virtues are only for hypocrites.
This I know, even though...

I heard her name echoing through the walls
that bound my dreams to growing decay...

We won't find peace in forgiveness,
regardless of who of us would try...

The blackbirds sing in harmony
with the noise of pollution and progress...

2015-02-17 17:03
O you, my Sun, how is it...

I wish she had never learned
the shape of the love...

01:34 2015-02-13
Why do I no longer desire...