A flower of imperfection, I am, waning with the passing seasons.  Springtime flowers budding to summertime flowering.  this fall time senescence  to wintertime death.  Black flower of psychosis, withering in bloom and beauty withering.  The season of fresh hallucinations  is indeed upon me! 

I have fallen in love with her,and I cannot stop my feelings. A rose blooms in our bed,blooming from a rainy summer. A white petal had fallen onto the bedcover,I picked it up, smelled it,and rubbed it on her lips.She still...

You rise in the twilight for I too bask in the dark. While I desire the burning day star, I thrive in the night.   You are ornamented with hues of Hell, Heaven, lust, and purity. I embellish the hues of an angel’s velvety...