A fire is set It runs over the land

What's the use treading water when we be slaughtered by one strike from the sky?

My heart bangs against my chest, The door of its prison, my body

I wish the scars covering my body would turn into feathers,

The light quickly turned those foolish moths blind, it's become worth this gory sacrifice.

I am walking along the side of the road. I missed the bus, but fortunately, it is only a short way home and I am grateful for the chance to clear my mind. I work as an emergency dispatcher and am usua...

"Five more centuries to go," I said to myself. I stood in a hospital corridor. I sighed and pulled up the sleeve of my long, black coat to look at the watch on my wrist.