My desires are beguiling,
a fabrication of the truth...

Baa baa black sheep deep within my soul,
clouded by the soot, emitted by the coal...

Each jagged edge bares its own unique pattern.
Patterns that diminish, but are soon recreated...

All I desire,
is an autonomous life...

All you guys don't have to leave,
in time the site will be retrieved...

In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...

A rubber coated metal bench
that stands up against the wall...

The tears that fall upon this page will no sooner...

Ground bound air born leaves,
falling angstly from the sky...

Sunset,
Sensual And Relaxing...

I wonder what Martin would think,
if he took a look at our generation...

Unrequited love,
reciprocated anger...