The corpses of the undead
Rising from their places...
*** In the dimly lit room sits a soul,
too distant to even hear my call...
Envious green, soft blades of grass
Sway gently as a swift soft breeze passes quietly...
Walkin through those memory lane
lookin back & then i gained..found none...
My white unicorn,
Has a golden horn...
You were born,
With a horn...
I've touched the moon,
I've hugged the earth...
Butterfly dreams and monster nightmares
Cotton candy streams and blood filled tears...
Are you afraid of the darkness that holds your
heart...
Dark as the nightly sky
grieves of the way he died...
Afraid to love
Because of rejection...
Bubbles all around
goes off without a sound...