Life in general is a game you must master,
To long and hard to understand...

I am a dreamer,
I am a floater...

Cold winter breeze,
Soft cry of a cat...

Lights turn out,
Candles burn throughout the night...

In a breath,
It can be taken...

I sit and drink my poison,
Which easies the sadness...

Polluted with evil from the outside world
Tainted with confusion within my soul...

You can make nightmares.....dreams,....a frown a...

A sound never heard by my ears at night....ii...

Compressing and uncompressing,
It begins to move liquid through tunnels...

Moon parsing the clouds…shinning on us last...
Winding cooling our souls from the excite...

Night over comes my crying soul.
My heart slows in this cold...