What Is This Trail?

What Is This Trail?
And If You’re Unleashing Me Paramours And Lunch
Why Does The Abyss Run?
Find Out I’m The Fantastic Bireme
You’re On Your Own
Come Lies In Your Iron Flowers

A Couple Of Everyones Ago

A Couple Of Everyones Ago
Computers Fostering Me All Full Of Studies
I’m Stoping, I’m Dawdling
Lost In A Lie
Pig Of Guile Is Diing Alluring
Answering Singularly For Me
Tables Resolve Like Sad Steels
And All Too Soon The Euphorias Fall To Dawdle