I’m a spectrum of emotion
Each day a new sight...

Death is waiting for me
It’s just around the corner...

I feel a hand on my shoulder
Dare I look...

Whose poem is this anyway?
Is it mine, the writer...

The bells are ringing; they’re calling me...
The panpipes are singing; they’re holding...

When I’m sitting alone
That’s when I’m thinking...

Sure I think it’s for the best
After all love couldn’t stand the test...

You know what!? I feel good. Life tastes good...
I feel very philosophical and underestimated...

Flamboyant prince on your white horse
Searching the valley for your blood’s...

I’m writing, this page is full of thought
Each letter is a moment of my life...

I used to be so lonely
It was you who came to me...

I’m the next out of this dark hole
Years in the dark has taken its toll...