It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

A gadfly
Buzzes...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

Without you
I am just a stranger...