A world of distortion
Without time flowing anymore
With broken gravity which does not really keep you on the floor
There are no directions, up is down, left could be right
There is no moon, or sun to shine bright,
Just clouds, which seem to orbit this place,
In a beautiful blue they keep their little race,
It is a world with not much sense
Is it where dimensions are overleaping ?
No matter how bizzare it might be,
It is beautiful none the less to see,
How a bunch of chaos can end up so well,
But be careful, don't mistep, it would be a shame if you fell
After all I don't think this world has a bottom,
You might just land on an floating island and..
Never mind what I was about to say
Let us just enjoy this place and our stay,
Together as lovers

~ Umi

Perplexed she drowned,
in the rues of her crimes.
Frisked for salvation,
raring for a ray of light.

She lost her dignity,
to attain superiority.
Suffered the countless distress,
from around the domain.

At the end she wished,
a lustful caprice.
Needing triumph living,
on the edge of avarice .

There she felt the distortion,
craving for sumptuous lifestyle.
The honorable purpose of her existence,
was never truly satisfied.

~ Isla

There are holes in my eyes that swallow the light
There's a hole in my mouth I can't seem to fight
There are holes in my ears where people yell at me
There's a hole in my chest where my heart used to be
There are holes in my side from dreaded knife wounds
There's a hole in my stomach that won't be filled soon
There are holes in my leg that seep with blood
There's a hole in my foot that's filled with mud
There's a hole in my mind I'd like to find
And a hole in my smile I haven't seen for a while.

As I glance within that antique mirror I peer beyond what tangible visage is reflected,
Beyond that secure facade,
Upon distortion of an identity, afar from all familiarity,
A dissimilar being, of once unprecedented purpose,

For, fine china does not break to reassemble,
For, you and I are never to be as we once were.

His voice was muffled

He rang,
I answered

Each word he said came with a crackle and the loss of a letter

To me, it didn't matter that I couldn't hear every word he said

To me, he spoke so I would I understand

And I did,
even through the distortion

And every time he spoke,
he meant 'I love you'