Though the light burns my eyes, I will not be...
...I am an artist...

Dreams, they say...
Are movies of our desires...

Sitting in her spacious room
She holds her teddy close...

Pain is an ally
With whom he holds deep ties...

Walls of unbreakable glass surround me
Wires of the machines attach me...

A full moon rests above the treetops
Their skeletal limbs scrape the sky...