The sky burns into embers, and the light
mocks itself into shadows...
some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...
Elegance and beauty,
Graceful, full of duty...
How your legacy relates to me,
Many people will never see...
The moon is in a foul mood this night,
so much so the clouds have intervened...
The Bermuda Triangle
Planes get lost there all day long...
2, 1, 0, Nobody is the hero,
3, 2, 1, All done...
Burning hearts desires,
Something set afire...
Born of the future,
Mind of the past...
the night is falling
the light disappear...
to those whom gone further than me
well' i wonder...
A Shattering Shrill sound calls;
Touching the trills of the heart...