I'm one step closer, to the horison.
With the dawn of the morrow...

I have a friend, poor dear,
who dons an acheing head i fear...

It irks me to see, in a place of league,
the air-head receptionist looking brain-dead...

Ayasha Euthalia Greyvenstein
The name that will change my existence...

Ah my saviour, forgive my meek self.
Forgive my trespasses father...

You found me alone,
you came to me alone...

Oyasha ( You are burning )
You my angel- sleeping sweetly in my arms...

I wish I was a cloud,
So I could fade away...

What if we stopped asking what if?
What if we all gave up and accepted our pathetic...

Rage
enflamed...

When I was a girl-I remember so well-
life seemed to be a game, it seemed to be swell...

But soft my sweet
what tangible bliss do we devour...