I appreciate the
Melancholy...

Black
Sky...

Oh cursed one,
Oh man Ive wronged...

Blue is the cold,
the breeze...

Mellow
The sounds...

Blunt knives cut,
A dead plant seeds...

King,
Oh king of colour...

A scar imprinted in your emotions,
A thin line engraved with a pen of hurt...

Buttercup,
You are my child of the grass...

Weak wings unfold,
In gentle tremble...

I want your heart
A fork...

Oh.
Now I miss the want of suicide...