Scratch My Leg With A Rusty Nail, Sadly It Heals

Colour My Hair But The Dye Grows Out

I Can't Seem To Stay A Fixed Ideal



Childhood Pictures Redeem, Clean And So Serene

See Myself Without Ruining Lines

Whole Days Throwing Sticks Into Streams



I Have Crawled So Far Sideways

I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation

I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime, I Wanna Die



The Hole In My Life Even Stains The Soil

My Heart Shrinks To Barely A Pulse

A Tiny Animal Curled Into A Quarter Circle

If You Really Care Wash The Feet Of A Beggar



I Have Crawled So Far Sideways

I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation

I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime, I Wanna Die



I Have Crawled So Far Sideways

I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation

I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime, I Wanna Die