The best time to look up to the stars was last night,
The second best is tonight.

a deep blue typewriter
anxious right now
rather be in the cloud
always alone but get well with the writers' hands
dream of jumping around
worried about I will be abandoned one day
would like others to think I am useful
quietness keep me awake at night
Finishing a masterpiece
no inspiration for a single line
broken during a creative work
at 2 pm
be a helper
i lived

From my flawless cheekbone to my unworked heel,
Covered and adorned with the finest detail,
Rubies, Silk, Velvet and Pendant,
Each with pasts long and forgotten,
Ah, but our differences does not yet end,
What smells like a metallic sting to you,
To me the sweetest scent,
And I do mean that red nectar flowing through your veins

A fortress floats by
Brushing clouds and painting skies
Pass the drowsy eye

The Reaper's New Crown
Denies me your eager touch
Will thoughts be enough?