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

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

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

Separation is
the only way we prevail...

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

Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...

Green makes
the world...

I am
as old as...

We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...

Going out
going in...

You are not so masterful
for...

Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...