I stand in wait inside a little shack
I feel like a slave as he gets on my back...
Autumn leafs danced between
clashes of winds, while my soul...
Finally- I open my eyes,yet the
world around me has changed...
Clear crystals cover
leafless oak trees. The colors...
The shouting and teasing I try to bare
The threats I take makes my heart tare...
Born but ready to die
Created through emotions...
I remember cuddles underneath
the crystal moon while the stars...
Cutting emotions
"For Some people this is true"...
"Man will fly some day".
Impossible echoed the room...
I wake up, with the
sun shining over me...
Faded impressions scarred beneath
my canvas...
Angel's Cry
From their eye...