The night smells of sore victory
The wrong words said from him to me...

Twirling in a world of faux reality,
a ballerina playing in a fountain of age...

The green horizon spreads out before me
with its delicate white clouds...

Morbid thoughts of happiness trail through my head
morbid...

A single picture lies on the floor,
A horrible death...

Her family sees her a last time
she looks down and smiles...

Her family sees her a last time
she looks down and smiles...

A delicate web of words flows softly
through an eager pen...

Enraged by a fallen star
God paces in His rooms...

A Violin held in the hands
of a brilliant Muse...

Delving into endless night
I can't control myself...

I walked down the road
staring at the ground...