P O E T R Y:

I M M O R T A L I T Y

I turn pages of ash and ember.

S E A S O N S

My path is toward the misty autumn twilight.

H O R I Z O N S

These brailled scars sit frozen. 
Insignificant constellations of 
forced survival. 
 

S A N C T I T Y

Summoning the beasts of scarlet idolsI venture into the mirrored halls.

W I T N E S S

I am discarded agony.

E X I S T E N C E

We inhaleonly as puppets of time.This is all an illusionof the mind.