And there, to pray for it lost
-in all short shattered twilights touch...

Drips covering
lips, red dark...

Hands and mind
on...

Flat foot/ and sinking
on ground...

It appears from attached thought, that every path...
You listen to my dream, although you're down...

He is alone, a blackened mess
disturbed by the voices, haunting noise...

Cremation on the burial grounds
paint the picture...

The echo dropped from dreams to dawn
no one entered their thoughts; they should have...

And world on that day,
it ended so soft in a rainlight...

When a yellow leaf
of autumn...

It's haunted lifeblood,
trapped inside a drafty story...

You're lost in nowhere
you're in the wrong place...