This Is Nothing
I cannot sleep The pain leaves me in vain I toss, I turn I sigh, I yearn I think of the end My thoughts don’t pretend I wish I could...
This Is Nothing
The Way I Used To Be
Paralyzed By The Past
A Conversation
A Rhetorical Ending, A Questioned Beginning
Crazy, I Cannot Be
The Verse Of My Life
Drifting From A Blink To Open Eyes
Waking From Silence
An Angel I Knew
Popper
Why Is Day Only Night?
Tomorrow Is Today
Saturday's Moon
The Bird In The Room