From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...