Pitter-patter in the forest,
Nature works, a humble florist...

Saturation of heart and soul,
In a pool of madness; Betrayal...

Infested with insolence,
Pestered with ignorance...

Feel the flesh beneath the soul,
Where history vanished, never told...

Twisted flesh encrusted ivory
Reaching skyward to the heavens...

Little child tell me,
What's your favorite color...

Splintered dreams,
Penetrate my skin; Pain...

As I search,
Diving deep into...

United we stand, proud and free.
For fear is the honey...

Creeping, crawling,
Vines of old...

Let me think my thoughts,
Without having to read them in the headlines...

Take me from my torment,
Drowning in the river Styx...