A girl lays still,
On the cold, hard ground...

The spiders are crawling
up her neck...

There are blue colors,
When you stand by me...

Eyes gleam in darkness,
A slit of evil emerges...

Three birds fly from trees,
Leaves of yellow, orange, red...

Slow the dove,
Of freedom's wings...

I can see you,
Far in the distance...

You are the engine of my heart and soul,
Nothing else in the world makes me run...

To escape all problems, with new innovations
To breathe in the air of its fabrication...

A pale yellow shines from my soul.
A soft ray of light...

"Why try?" Doubt sighed
"It's possible, unlikely though it...

Crunching the leaves,
Traveling slowly...