Roaring along at inhuman speed,
Images at glass, beyond reach...

O, predictable bard who intrinsically rhymes,
How do you keep rhyming in your thought-dulled...

Despise me, wretched malcontent,
Your anger shan't abate...

The fury rages on inside my mind,
Replaying the moment in my head, a clip to cut...

From solitude to loneliness, trust to naivete...
Rose-hues wilt and fade to black...

A heightened sense, a smell of dense,
Acridly perfumed air...

The planet that we walk upon,
And the time we call our own...

If death is becoming of me,
To embrace this familiar shade of black...

She's dead.
She's really dead...

The tavern of champions, often rife with noise,
A subtle aura of sobriety hangs over us like the...

I'm at the end of this rope.
I'm falling...

What treacherous revelation is this?
That a boy...