Believe me when I say I grow enchanted things
To miracle carnations to deathly roses...

Shiftless, black and torn
My world crumbles...

I am haunted by my past
Though, not as it seems...

A pounding heart
Beating drums...

Damped voices within the air
A hungry looking, greedy stare...

My lungs are tired from all the air
In and out through the nose...

A seed i plant into the ground
And water with all my love...

The pain runs through my body unable to escape
My anger inside me is taking shape...

People drop like flies
The innocence of the core of society...

She floats silently, lifeless
Looking for something to grasp...

Life is a tree
That begins with a seed...

The air is thick with violet hue,
A gentle hum where sunlight lies...