Dear diary,
I met her again today...

My personal torturer
is what you are to me...

You are like a bird
flying around...

There is no hope
our lives are doomed...

Ha-Ha-Ha
The laughter thunders...

Violet is the color of the
dress you wore when...

I see you every day
and I dream of you...

I am rowing and rowing
down a lake of fire...

Windows chattering in the wind--
doors laughing away...

Bottomless like the deepest abyss,
Their color aleatory like waves...

The fire is everywhere
burning and blazing...

Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more...