Ahhhh, what feeble thoughts one can record
while submersed in the depths of night.
Only, one does not know who will read, and
who will listen. And who, yet, will
understand. But one does not record
such things in hopes of comprehension....




Funny Hat

Your Name

Cold Hands

Pictures

Mirror

Her

Fuck You

Erruption

What I Doth See

I Shall Be Healed

Enough

Eyes

My Time

Feel

Reach

Rest

Tell Me

Hunger

Solitude

Muse

Surrender

Breath

For Tonight

Shading my eyes

Questi Muri







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