Save me,
oh watchful master...

I still remember
how the bird of madness...

After a bite of confectious marriage,
love left a bitter flavor on the edge of your...

The streets
around her are dying with the madness...

Treat me like the trash,
crush me up into a powder...

It's not the fear of drowning
within the ocean of feelings...

There is something about you
that I begin to slip away...

I am a dream catcher,
a lovely wild flower...

I still remember
why summer had died that year, and...

Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...

There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...

Often,
what I write on the paper is a letter...