Amber streetlamp shone
Shadows of raindrops fleeting
My reflection cries
A bug named Miller
and another named Miller
mystery of love
Startled too soon, crane
jerks into flight above her
I’ve got a heart made of gold
But the summers getting cold
I’m a bummer, or so I’ve been told
19 almost 20 years old
Still confused with what my..
Toward those short trees / We saw a hawk descending / On a day in spring.Shiki
“(Bang)” Another man down!
It’s not considered murder if the body doesn’t make a sound.
And, it doesn’t get justice if nobody’s around,
Upon the memories I drink life’s sweet elixir
As if that could ever really heal the damage done
Nevertheless not a soul is safe
When doubt ..