Continuous and established, the idea sheds its tears in the neglected garden
At a gentle burial, the flavour of blood soaked in a scratch
The dignity and destruction of a young child
The sensation of absolute despair, as tomorrow sides with the crimson wall
Uninterrupted at any time, when will ""
The repayment for living in the heavens, bestowed upon us as it ought to be; reality and its ruins
Oh sky, faint eyelids cling onto you
A flawless aftertaste