A sensation of life falls,
heavy on my tired eyelids...

An Oceanic beauty sits with awe,
water still lingering on her skin...

A full sheet of collapsing entity,
falls onto my sorrow heart...

The sensation hits you,
like a smack in the face...

Forever gone,
it has flown once again...

Floating down the canal,
a best friend on one hand...

I look down the road of white snow,
a path so clear of pain and hate...

A cool chill rolls down my spine,
as I walk down the pebbled road...

Today,
July twenty second...

The feeling of hopelessness,
that the day we dream of will never come...

I am writing this poem in the Prince's point of...
The rain pours down hard on my armor...

The mirror shows,
every flaw...