Thick ticked scratches crash across all silhouettes
Flickers of faces and vestiges of voices,
Who aren't quite people yet.
Rustle the pages, turn as I write 
Blistering, shimmering, radiantly white. 
Nothing to nothing,
It comes and it goes.
Traces,and ages, 
And nodbody knows.

Unformed faces

I wish for love
Pure love
Nobody would get hurt
And each of them loves as much as the other
I wish for love
Clean love
Nodbody would be lied to
And each of them is incomplete without the other
I just keep wishing
Its the medicine I need to take.
To live.