I have forever wondered the sensation that...
Her insurmountable beauty blows like a divine wind...

I road to the Battle of the Bands in my vintage...
In the midst of devastating doom, there lies a...

A feather's touch, ice cold, chilling grip around...

Three pillars sustain me as I stand upon them
With a mighty flash and with a thunderous crackle...

A Haunting,
Yet, familiar Presence enters my own...

There was once a propagate garden, voluminous of...
And now they part...

Alongside...
The shattered peaces of my heart...

The bottle that has held all of my disheartening...
The harbor of my discontent...

I am a gypsy cloud drifting without bounds
Illusionally innocuous and infinity irenic...