If you're lost,
show me the colors you like...

Hours, to minutes, to moments...
The sun rises; the sun retires...

Walk past me again,
just once more...

Standing lo, a beast of crazed proportion
withers into the fog of a winter's nightmare...

I'll never sigh for a love that never was,
or weep for the way things ought to be...

Her hair falls about her face magically,
like the soft-spoken Spring, gliding from the...

Behold myself,
recognize then many a scene...

Colored streams of lightning
bolt from the sides of the canvas...

Uncommon inspiration falters and falls through our...
Like a star fallen from the sky and swept by the...

Death advances now
on the front line...

Tilt my head left and right,
but it wont alter the images I see...

I was made to cast afire,
to strike the match once...