Wanton are the trees of bare
Slowly blooming its picture perfect flora...

Pink Cherry leaves calling the powder blue sky
Stepping out my protected empire...

Emotions spoken by my hands
Channelling chaste Hate...

Blow the autumn leaves away, beautiful crone
Blow the beauty of Leo's sign away...

Don’t hold my body made of warmth.
Don’t caress me with the hands that touched...

Dearest Laura, my goddess renowned
Muse of the arts, forever shackled and bound...

Spring:
A naïve youth...

My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead
My prayer mat is near the bedpost...

Battered into submission, the dead-alive trees...
Mans twisted form of living, and twisted form of...

People screaming at
Soldiers raping and molesting...

To become a pretty fairy
Is really a wondrous life...

I always wake up terrified at dawn
Dreaming I was a leaping doe-eyed fawn...