Outstretched Hand

I need to follow a thread, I'm dying… there used to be a whole stream, I just jumped in… I live by the river, hoping for love and life… heaven and hell intertwined… this graveyard is a cohesive unit… we process, so many demons… it goes deep… a cornerstone… undercurrents… deciding emotions… we don’t understand so much… maybe, what binds us is love… three shots… a dead poet…

Flesh Prison

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Haki, your selfishness binding you, you must let it go, flow out, infect the world, diseases, allow the mold to grow, and maybe, escape this place, something about it, is so fake, it is and it isn’t, don’t look directly at it, something good, and something ugly, do you hate it, I don’t know, but I'm running low on energy, maybe I can live without it…

Song of Angels

Wash myself… in the river of this world… let it flow through me… like magic… ease the pain… clean the stain… try, try… refine, refine… so much… of these people… close to godliness… they understand something… and I can’t quite grasp it… but I can learn from it… art is a beautiful thing… so many pieces of him… when I leave… maybe I'll be in a better place…