There once was a pony called cream
who would like in the field and dream...
There once was a pony called pie
in a field, she always would lie...
Take me!
Take me in no time … take me...
She said she wants to get away.
I didn't ask "where...
A poet suffers for his part;
In penning that which stains his heart...
Cries of 'WHY' across the land
Devastation caused by a devils hand...
I'm driving off this cliff
because I've already...
Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...
Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...
she looks down at you and frowns
"continue to honor my crystal crown...
Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...
stitched face glitched faith
screaming felcher anthems...