As I struggled, like I often do when...
Writing any kind of literature...

As I look in the mirror I see Tears
Brought from Chaos...

First, I would have him compassionate,
Intelligent, looking for incite, and quiet...

Mrs. Van Wyhe gave me
My first sketchbook...

For once in my life I want to
Listen to what everyone has to say...

Stopped buy your perpetual insanity
Covered in your own hate...

I like watching the moon,
He fills my heart with fire...

My sanctity of sarrow
Left engrained...