Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...

When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...

Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...

Just for an aeon
I am left, in this moment...

Separation is
the only way we prevail...

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...

The darkness in me
is as vacant as I am...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...

I picked the apple,
took a bite, crushed in between...