Sinister Calligraphy
Drips Like
Vials Of
Poison From
My Red Lips
Words Are Spilling
Into Heavy Eyelids
Drenched With
Purple and Black Lions
Raining In
Hypnotic Sleep
Dream Catchers
Pick Up The
Mysteries
Of Diabolic
Symphonies
So I Bring The
Golden Lantern
For More Light
Chirping Orchestras
Open From The
Labyrinth In The
Tree Tops
Like Music Boxes
Sounds of Life
Burn the Morning Into
Hues of Evergreen
Burst Like
A Dream of
Shimmering Iridescence
The Night Escapes
Left By The
Urban Train
Where Walls of
SOUND
Transcend Language
And Holding Hands
With the Passengers
Feels Like Sand