Echoes of pasts follow me here.Distorted, those lives no longer seem clear.Ifind hope in myself from hearing these soundsbutwhat once were explosions ..
Blacker than black.Lacquered in fat.Faster to masterThe oldTriple Hat.Not like before.Two for to score.AndOne on the mealy meansNothing but moreDeath ..
Why does wind sooth our wounds?And why'd the sun expose us?In silent times our kind kneltpon hollowed ground, marked by ashto bare no markof life.Hidi..
A trail of pondsbehinds us.Nothing comes to mind.Yet nothing is something,is it not?Something unrefined?Still, from nothingcomes something -so are the..
I hate this hour of the night.The point where I desire sleepand these bones beg for rest,Yet I fear tomorrow shall onlyprovidecascades of repetition.R..
As a child you taught me all about nothing.Not fighting nor fussing -Just all that is nothing.I held no grasp of just what you were.No care came to me..