Would you like to see what I see?
Deep in the meadow of a New York frosting...

This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...

When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...

My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...

Tonight I'm left dangling by a thread.
These past few weeks have taken its toll...

Crops grow within my soul
as tears nurture growth...

Upon an early dawning
they bounce above the sky...

Plagued images
of rapture, torment...

Within depths of madness
corrosion seeps wildly...

I've scraped mountains
to bare witness of my...

There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night...

Upon one morning they buried my soul
as if my limbs were rooted; not...