I am a gypsy cloud drifting without bounds
Illusionally innocuous and infinity irenic...

The bottle that has held all of my disheartening...
The harbor of my discontent...

Alongside...
The shattered peaces of my heart...

There was once a propagate garden, voluminous of...
And now they part...

I have forever wondered the sensation that...
Her insurmountable beauty blows like a divine wind...

I road to the Battle of the Bands in my vintage...
In the midst of devastating doom, there lies a...

A feather's touch, ice cold, chilling grip around...

Three pillars sustain me as I stand upon them
With a mighty flash and with a thunderous crackle...

A Haunting,
Yet, familiar Presence enters my own...