Scribbles, designed to shape, form
Creating dust winds, colorful storm...

Pure
Holy...

The virtue has shifted upon my favourable paws
Portraying gatherings of savor and delightful...

Dreams of dreadful emotions
Imperfectly enthralling...

Nature of beauty
Granting sensations...

Souls of the deceased wander in confusion
Inviting all mortals to the portal of death...

Falsified emotions rest dormant tonight
Upon sand stones of volcanic misery...

As thy lustful eye rests upon thy fair maiden
So doth my heart yearn for ones true love...

Watch me end my love for you and everything you...
And forget the memories and times that we spent...

On the shores of heartache shall my heart lay
Asking myself if I should die today...

A Lover's dreams reawakened
By the sweet sounds of melody...

True love attained, Thy heart regained
Without a cost or price...