The sky is lit with white-gold light
Day brings the war to sight...

You, my healer
name ringing bright...

Riddled with intrinsic scars
reaching for the frigid stars...

At first life's warm weather was covered in snow...
But now the clouds bring rain...

There is day
And then comes...

Gray buildings standing heavy
yet elegant, sooty yet resolute in purpose...

Winter like a swear word
cold and harsh...

A dream with no color
rain with no thunder...

Settled to be
happy, free...

Ah, the things one can create
when they're in the manic state...

Evil grows in people
In the dark basement of the mind...

Fingernails painted
pink-gold...