6 acessos
Reincarnation, is a dead refrain
So this what it's like to be a butterfly
Reborn
Dead.
Is this the gift of fire?
Or the making of a perfect diamond
Digital climber plummets
In a canceled dive.
Like a flower petal in autumn I'm brittle to the touch disintegrating the pieces swim.
Intelligent toasters, troubleshoot through caffeine
Backwards engineering a death span, without dreams.
Invisible shadows slip into mirrors through ceilings and out into floors.