Our ten years of billion litres of ink and shifting mind are packed in one convenient box of books Wondering if someone else shed tears for the commemoration, I caress the clean cover and wait for a reply But not even one returns Pitying oneself for the ignorant of this dimension, I stare blankly at shells wavering with soulless thought It’s in the thin layers of watercolors that I find a place I belong Teal eyes, green hair, painted skin It’s in the clicking black blood that I hide myself within Music: CoMa - I Monster .Blambodee.