So sinous in its twisting ways
the smoke it's shape forms...

Fly through the air
a soft "pfft" in my hands made...

These lines of hatred
infecting my soul do they...

I feel alll the pain that is me,
and yet i dont regret...

The little bumblebee,
with his stinger, he did poke me...

You and me jess,
we're the best of friends...

I sit at my computer,
staring at the screen...

Sitting by myself
i am without you, alone...

The pain in my soul
is a thirst quenched only by...

God of the earth,
god of the land...

As usual
you leave my emotions naked...

The cold of the mornings
the crisp in the night...