Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...

Without contrast we
could not see. blindness is the...

Holding on to youth
in the mirror seeing you're...

I write haikus for
folks can't hear heart unless...

It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

A Camelot knight
dies in his conviction that...

What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...

We often get so
used to ourselves we forget...

It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

Time's perfection-lost
That's why in true perfection...

Wolves disguise as lambs,
though still slaughter lambs like wolves...

It is your lesion
that I'm bleeding. It is your...