Crouching in corners
with salt upon wounds...

I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...

My dearest Moon,
I was decieved by your beauty...

When those thunderous clouds
began to boil under a baking sun...

I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...

I'll answer to any name they wish to call me-
Within a world of voices...

Over a period of years,
the mountain view has...

These twisted
old bones...

I've grown lazy
within my pen...

His little frame
peeks around...

There's a secret Forrest
Within my mind...

After a long evening
of mental anguish...