A rose, cut
From the bush...

Anger, lust, envy, bitterness, and greed
All the repugnant sins that make us bleed...

A Door of Wonder, old and antique
Vermillion in colour, and filled with mystique...

There once was a doll
That took an awful fall...

Death is in every step we tread
In our thoughts and in our head...

Dreams and fantasies swirl throughout my thoughts
Mixing with the reality and what we've been taught...

Looking at my wrists you can see . . .
Each red line tells a deep, dark tale...

Deep within the dead of night
Where solitude has left its mark...

Life is like an oak tree
It grows inch by inch...

Oh toaster, how you do shine
You give me toast all of the time...

Of a time happily ever after and once upon
There is no thereafter beyond the far reaches of...

Tears stream down the windows
Crying out from the soul...