Sitting over a quiet Noise.

Your diluted footsteps neighboring my Sofa of Silence.

Music : Crooked - Tor Lundvall

Growing Parallelisms

Passing trough parallelepiped humanoids,

I see the growing stains as marked cows.

Diffused axis in the blood of their Woods,

are just like rigid melting’s of skewed realities.

Everybody is neglecting their Surrealistic Blame.

Am I always the Same...?

...no, no I have no Obligation of Parallel Tame!