Let her cry
She wants to be alone...

Dreams fly by, everyday
As time ticks itself away...

I still hear
in the mists of slumber...

Hillside fringe of wisterias
Fondling an inky firth...

Maybe today, you'll let me be
In the country of blind, only I can see...

A little girl makes a wish,
She hopes that someone would care...

Looked into the mirror,
Fingers touched the glass...

So dark and sweetly nefarious
The promise of an autumn night...

Innocence
Soft, cool...

On exhausted Tuesday nights
In twenty-minute showers...

Crimson red slowly seeping into cotton,
Anger and despair finding their sweet release...

A hail of shooting stars tonight
The lights of a hundred armored jets...