Sunshine on my head,
But I cannot rise up...

An empty playground,
It is something akin to desperation...

Tranquility means to me,
absolute frenzy...

My heart was stripped, completely bare,
There was no hope of recovery, it could not be...

Pretty flowers still bloom, although they may have...
Openly they live in splendor, and bleakness they...

Upon the dark of night,
A dread did emerge in my sight...

Holding you in my arms, praying God to take away...
Sponging you down, begging there won't be another...

Who are you? What do you want?
You need to go away...

I smell oranges, ginger, and cinnamon,
Resting on an evergreen branch, revisiting...

There seems to be a demon raging deep inside of...
A beast that must ravage love in his animosity...

I entered the hospital room with trepidation,
Carrying the bouquet of carnations...

It is
such a beautiful...