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

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

Poetically speaking
she's simply one of the best...

Indifference eats at me
decaying my fragile soul...

Fear
glistens...

Memories flood my wearisome mind
as the pungent smell of summer...

Sobbing quietly in the darkest glade.
A gloomy fairy lives among the shade...

Looking into the mirror
terrified at what I see...

Alone and running tormented by your voice.
Remembering how it felt when you made your choice...

I sit among the chaos, silent and serene.
Lost within myself, living in a dream...

Hatred
brewed in evil...

Mysterious eyes peer into my being
taking pieces from within...