Had chances
For hope and love...

Drawing is poetry,
Poetry is art...

I don't have a home
It's either mom's house or dad's house...

A mistake from the beginning
One not meant for winning...

Deep in the belly
Of the night...

He's never been there
So what does he care...

I speak
Nobody hears me...

Your gaze holds me
Your touch excites me...

I got minutes left.
I open the door...

I got minutes left.
She's pissed...

There is a death omen
Forty or so bow men...

Heavens,
Dreams like no others...