I dwell often, among trees I've never visited
where lush greenery, vine...

My bare feet have traveled around
seven suns and fourteen moons...

There is a room within my soul
for one final tear drop...

A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine...

It was impossible for these eyes to wish upon a...
That came and went, like all the others before...

When clouds smother
a mere thought from...

Certain days I question
levels of my mentality...

Twisted memories
abandoned under a vioduct...

A serphant spoke to me
in between dawns blooming flower...

It was just another day in paradise -
My thoughts were kept hidden...

Digging my nails so deep in desperation
that this gutted twang inside my heart is...

Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...