A Beautiful Brokenvodkabottle Destroyed,
what Idiotic Fool could make her Cry...
Splashes of my creativity
spoken by words...
In my mind....
I am me because I believe in myself...
Oh, soothsayer,
craft the future in my palm...
-Fate-
In chains...
Hope
bringing...
Fading:
are memories...
Airplanes scintillate
through the drowsy atmosphere...
Nitid beacons of light
tease mysterious shades...
Beyond the narrow windows of vastness
Was my field of hopes and dreams...
Empty cyber-spaces
lacking social graces...
I can't keep fighting myself
armed with nothing but...