I live in a vessel
But I'm not my home...

The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...

Give me your hand and I will pour
Soul, splashing into you...

I do not dream
For I have found the waking...

The spider wove a world together
Spun in tales of old...

The edge of the world is close to my house
I go there on walks quite often...

I am broken
I know this fact quite well...

I'm quite good at destruction
When the target is myself...

Look at me now
I decayed long ago...

A surge of emotion
And I am gone...

Isolation in the midst of a crowd
Seems to carry a special ache...

I don't want to exist
I want to be a ghost...