Speak willingly to the world,
Untold secrets lay rotting...

I am alive, yet I feel Death.
Sweet chaos runs down my cheeks...

Chained by law, creativity stands,
Weeping to antagonizing eyes...

I am the predator, prowling in the darkness,
Sunlight glinting off my stone-like eyes...

This world is a circus.
Everyday a carousel of emotion...

Wisps of color flirt with may,
Bestowing prismatic crowns to barren hilltops...