I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...

There is a colour that I no longer seem to see
There is a chain I wear whenever I am free...

Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...

Weightless upheld in the ether
I’m sick of waiting...

In day with sun low and beaming
I beheld a fellow dreaming...

When love is lost
It still exists...

I’ve been waiting a long time
For a sign...

Seeds that sprout and fly in green green gardens
Upheld in hope by summers breeze...

I’m going to jump into the lake
I’m going to smile on the way down...

Moves over the chain
Shakes off the cobwebs...

Carve me a smile my creator
Give me a warm loving grin...

Merrily sings
Of macabre things...