Coming in through the window,
the darkness illuminates the room...

Finally the fire's lit, I can sleep tonight,
I need some rest,I need to get away before...

It was a nice little slum,
before they came along...

You know I like you,
I know you know...

It flows on the edge of the world,
a pristine white stream of water...

It was the last thing,
that belonged to her...

The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...

May god bless you to life,
may your needs be sufficed...

It had been a drizzly day,
cloudy and aptly grey...

As the world goes to sleep,
as the infants cease to weep...

What looks like a hole
is but a well...

I am a sandstorm,
raging in a bottle...