I thought that I had a friend,
a love that would never end...
You walked too close to the fire, orange boy,
but I loved the smell of smoke on your warm fur...
I don't know who I am,
Who I've become...
Time's been like a tornado
fleeting through my fingers yet...
Sometime I get mad
And then I get sad...
I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...
Today the world is broken
Bleeding hearts bled all but dry...
Emptiness dress the eyes
numbness settle, pain dies...
I read somewhere that
one should never write...
I'm much too
holy...
The distinct image of your glowing face,
flashes quickly across my mind furthermore...
I never belonged here
My cries were always a factor of fear...