Sun light radiates
the blonde fields...

Hope
falters...

Like
hoof prints...

Rain
dreary, bleak...

I watch the golden butterfly
drifting far away...

Suicidal Mania
everyone wants to die...

Looking back the
signs were all there...

When I was young
I held the world in my hands...

Poetry in motion
that's what I'd like to be...

Hitting the jacuzzi
all my friends are there...

Indifference eats at me
decaying my fragile soul...

The eye of the storm
comes sweeping in...