Molten lava, burning sun
Darkest night, cold and bleak...

I know that I'm not perfect
Lord knows, I've made mistakes...

I was once formless
No impressions...

Sharp tang, dull throb
My old friend, pain...

Branches sway
In harshest winds...

Like long cat claws
Memories pounce...

Delicate life, wriggle for me
Tiny buds like drops of cream...

When I am gone
Others will mourn...

Pain seeps in
Drip, dribble...

Lying awake
Thoughts scatter like roaches...

Bright fire, glowing glass
Blowing spheres and strings...

Clear
Not like ClaritinÂ&reg...