I can still hear them whispering,
Everyone thinks I'm paranoid...

Life
Is short...

My pleasant December,
Oh, how I greatly miss...

Arise from this curse,
oh princess of the valley...

Rainfall,
Redeeming, fresh...

Early morning sun,
Chases away night shadows...

Blissful afternoons,
Transform to tedious tasks...

Days won't be spent searching for,
My significant other...

Innocent victims faced with,
A fate they don't deserve...

----------------------PRAYER
----------------------Saving...

Tempting lips,
resist desires...

The art of dreaming does not come from fantasizing...
but arises from the flaming core of one's soul...