Traffic lights and traffic
drive me crazy all day...

Fragments of disappointment,
from cracked shells...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

The human race was
a false start...

Blossomed from a magical crystal weave
Unfurled from a glistened silky demure...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...

Washed my brain
and boiled it...

Peddling my pedestal of potty poetry
I feel flamboyant, and carefree...

A violin are her vocals.
For her lips speak no words, nor lyrics heard...

Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful...
come to mourn...

Memoirs of my manic mentality
scratches denial, deeply into my skin...