Raiment of thirst.

Fulfillment of mien


"Say just words to me."


Stinging itch of it all leaves a milky film upon the sink. Sink and spit.

All these shells that keep beating. Repeating tired slogans doesn't mean...


The woods have no echo. Bird has no tongue. It becomes you.

Hello looking glass, let's find a reason. All the time to rue.


Understudies of mysteries, stumble on their glee from pain.

Irreversible slouch, scarred well. Healed badly, to be born again.


There are no just words. There is everything. Every thing.


There is no room for you in my comforting eave.

Why deny your self this lie? Why even dream?


Devil dares. Never wins.