A stabbing pain,
A foreign breath...

Push down your throat some clarity,
With little happiness to go...

My own waterfalls,
Like the wind ever-flowing...

Wax
Butterflies...

Wax butterflies glitter in the air,
As the sun beats down upon...

"Are you lonely?" He turned her to ask.
"Aren't we all?" She softly replied...

About the devil saying he misses Heaven, then...

This is very short... But, I felt in adding more...

Yet there's no waiting; glass forms the place...
But, what's left is yours, I promise, though who...

The air
it surrounds you and takes your breath away...

This isn't my best. Deal with it...

Answer the last two questions... I'm curious to...