I pull down upon the heavens,
And I hold out my hands...

If a Giraffeacoo was here and now,
How funny would it look...

Free me from this pathetic mortal bond,
Each choice I make is mine...

I hate the night, not the fading light, not the...
The total night, the total absence of light...

I've always hated violence
And I've dodged it at a cost...

Spring arrives and leaves appear on trees,
Warming Sun kisses wanton skin...

Calloused palms gained from burst blisters.
Things that show my attitude to work...

Bring me forth the fire,
For it is something that I yearn...

I've always felt I was fire.
In certain circumstances I would burn...

I have never seen a fairy
But my daughter insists that they exist...

This is not a spark from any fire,
It is not a play or a devious trick of light...

I feel a little saddened!
And my eyes desire to bleed...