There are feelings within me
that I simply can't ignore...

Euphoric designs,
twisted expectations...

I bleed rhapsody's of darkness
within my boiling memory...

Upon a morning journey
I discovered a beauty so rare...

The sheer hopes of tomorrow
lay blanketed midst a sky...

Smoked your soul away,
wrapped tightly in a grape leaf...

The closest my irises came to a silver gleaming...
would be the day of my twelfth year of life...

Cheerful
Gleeful...

Upon a day, singing in the womb
it occurred to me of my mumbling tune...

I was the fabric
sculpted and stitched...

An elvish maiden
walked his path...

I'm writing for the hungry tears
that hide within my bloated corpse...