Cursed day, all your
energies are spent...

I love you
Oh I really do...

Every night freezes
My heart is so cold...

With each passing day, my heart does not seem to...
Each month passes by, each year that flies so...

Let the darkness drift
atmosphere will shift...

You have such a large chip
Why do you act so immature...

Mosquito:
Large wings buzzing, buzzing...

The Pessimist:
His peccadillo was being a perverse pessimist...

Soul searching.
Ongoing solitary confinement...

Is it part of his genetics.
That he should be splenetic...

Have your heard or
read any matter from the...

His words come forth in proliferation
Without much thought and never with confusion...