You were there
My mother, born and bred...

What is love
is love the feeling of the blood rushing to your...

There are rats
they claw at my eyes...

When I was younger
I used to dream of being Jasmine...

A suicide Note
If one day...

She stood between life and death
she breathe down the neck of insanity...

I had hoped your hooves help me stand stronger
you wild spirit keep mine longer...