Whistling echoes through an empty burial grounda gray strain of notesReflections glimmer off of the moons beamsas if a mirror is reaching out to a new..
Beneath the brightnessembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an endless soulbluish shineMost heavenlyallow me to dwellan ol..
Beneath the refulgenceembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an abyssal soulcerulean shineMost supernalallow me to dwellan ..
Within this workI write the truthBe it cold as stone,or harsh as steel.Why must we use technology?Innovative, convenience at our fingersThis is true.T..
Almost like a film,All of the layers are being peeledEach color decreasing in hueOnly seeing yellows and bluesDark and greyPink is non existentBlack i..