The loud crashing of
thunder roaring out...

"Hush little baby, don't
You cry, mommas...

When your near my
heart starts pounding...

In my hand I hold the
heart I used to have; its...

Haiku, smiku, if I could I would
kill this thing called Haiku...

My head in my hands;
tears in my eyes; I cry...

Huddled on the ground,
You and I stare, this...

My name is Lulu and I want to swim away, and then...

What is this place?
This cannot be...

Asleep together in our
warm bed; our dreams...

Death.
Such a cold word...

Sometimes in life
People have dreams...