As this drug fills my soul
i begin to fight...

Black clouds
night sky...

Here i am
is this me...

The sympathy
of the nightingale cherry tree...

Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...

A better season will follow this
in returning and rest...

In new life will bring another
continuing on bringing...

Repair
all of the lies...

Our lives have gone away
into the sun...

Slowly Slowly
shes taking her time...

Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...

The specialties of a poetic since
burns brown eyes blue...