Satan's hand greets me
his work highly overwhelming...

Someone once told me the exact time
I would be lifted up from this world...

You inspire the burning sun to rise
only you does creation solely glorify...

You smile
inviting...

I am magically hypnotized
by rich symbolic oils...

She shivers with cold
yet mindlessly lowers...

She gives me unfailing hope
in the days where I let go...

A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...

Dreamweaver, I beg you to send me perpetual petals...
sweet blushing blossoms that resemble your brave...

Wishes are solely based
on how one's imagination can run...

My shattered soul waits
-for my prince to come...

I hold onto
-butterflies...