She calls out to me, She pulls me in. How did it get this far? Should I have locked the door? Clack clack clack I dance under her rays. I parade through the woods, chasing after her glow. Will she ever

i tip toed in the ebbs of a fairies fountain i brought dance to the cratered death mountain i am the silent that cures my enemies strange melodies i beseech thee sink me in your nocturnes scorch me in

i could feel her sadness through the cracks of ''dimensia'' she produced at an alarming rate so i clocked the days by her sadness leaking over every scream of every moan i couldn't convert them into units