Oceans deep inside the mind,
Find the creature in the dark...

A small offset picture frame,
tilted to a certain aim...

Sometimes it's hard
to be a good friend...

Life or death, love or lust,
soul or breath, faith or trust...

Cluttered in a mannerly sense,
thrown across scattered contents...

Pens are not the only thing
that cannot be erased...

In the mirror I see
a reflection of Nobody...

Reiterate my pointless fact.
For what I know is what you lacked...

Santa, I love you.
You know that I do...

It brings you relief,
releases your pain...

Why do you shine so bright?
Always there providing your light...

Rhythmically, harmony, searches out my melody,
silently and perfectly, totally and honestly...