Upon the frosty tops
of snowed dipped mountains tips...

Its hard not to hate when its venom
runs its course through one's veins...

Hey, you in the blue
with the bright red shoes...

We know life by its reflection of the past;
Mirrored in deep waters once still but...

A wilting rose once poised with such elegance,
Now taken by hate hanging by loose threads...

One million and one stars,
each one carrying a dream...

I can not think of a time where I've longed for a...
so abundant they are yet they come and go...

A world that
I never thought tame...

"Have a heart" they say, but I have had
one too many, each full and misunderstood...

Mountains may never slither through slim cracks,
And perhaps the wind's howling will never cease to...

Insane? that I am and I shall have it no other...
Left to me, if it were, there'd be no night, only...

Upon first sight,
It swoons the heart and bewilders the mind...