I.
Watch...

I miss you as I'm
staring at the silent, suffocating walls...

It is time to celebrate
the renaissance of corn and...

And when colours are grey
and the light grows dim...

When the harsh reality
is laid open to the bone...

Where does the March wind go
when it runs out of breath...

The blood seeps
from the cracks in the mirror...

Whispering winds wail wildly through my soul
contrasts of contorted conditions...

Float down like softly falling snowflakes to
leave golden glow halo kisses upon troubled brows...

America, freedom in a cage,
feel it dying in fear and rage...

Though I appear dead on the outside
I'm screaming underneath...

Without you
I exist lost in the nothing...