To escape all problems, with new innovations
To breathe in the air of its fabrication...

If life exhibits all it holds
You are living but a dream...

Like a selfish irritant
He barks out upon his throat...

A hand-painted masterpiece
Beautiful strokes of colors and shades...

Crunching the leaves,
Traveling slowly...

"Why try?" Doubt sighed
"It's possible, unlikely though it...

A pale yellow shines from my soul.
A soft ray of light...

Eyes gleam in darkness,
A slit of evil emerges...

There are blue colors,
When you stand by me...

A girl lays still,
On the cold, hard ground...

The spiders are crawling
up her neck...

Three birds fly from trees,
Leaves of yellow, orange, red...