The ancient forest weeps to the azure heavens,
As Nature's children struggle on drifting moments...

What do you do when
The words you strain to write...

I find that in the mirror I am faceless;
But determined, nonetheless I shall smile...

She was a painter,
But not of words or artistry...

A burden to the society, I am one of few,
A two-face, a liar, a mere individual...

It's on the cold days in December,
I truly see what life can be, or cannot be...

Living on the railway to nowhere,
Every step I take lies a rusty memory...

With dusty tears, his eyes choke.
Leaving memories to the distant past...

Soaring on the wings of fate,
I am relinquished to this world...

The time has come in haste,
Although these years seemed long...

Listen to the dreary tune of night,
Forever we shall be mesmerized...

These words I see
In my heart are blind...