The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in...

Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...

The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin...

Hop on, little rabbit, there's food for thee,
But within the garden, death is guaranteed...

Lying flat on my back,
Nothing here but a haze...

There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...

Think not harsh thoughts,
And a gnashing of the teeth...

Will you always love me,
No matter what my appearance...

I don't want you,
You, damn incompatible blood type...

Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...

I have played this game since I was fifteen,
Hating my fat, and not wanting to be seen...

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...