i'm still waiting for a messenger
a kind of salvation
an anchor of a lover's kiss
i'm open to your piracy

slow rain
hollow windowpane
tricks to blur the pain
3 stages end game

the line leads to dead ends
the rivers in your hands
above this wrecked ship
seagulls try to sing
dusty lullabies for you to sleep
the sheets tear your skin
naked souls need
a burning compassion
to kill the cold atrophy
that hides within