I burn your forests,
I flood your cities...

Eyes,
They are supposed to be a gateway...

Her head is clear,
She has lost all her fear...

Faded memories remain.
Do you ever think of me...

My lust for life exceeds me,
My state is of anxiety...

Every bed has its monster
Every ally has its thief...

This is just a vent, a realistic venting of my...
Perfect imperfections haunt my memories...

Dreams do not come true
Life has too many strings attached...

Blooming flowers,
A new beginning...

An island,
That separates those from each other...

Goodbye sweet friends,
Your kindness I feel is wasted on me...

My heart races a thousand miles,
The clock chimes its sweet sound...