• Running from despair
    Haunts me so.
    As I scream at my horrific moon,
    My esteem dive bombs so dangerously low.

    Crying for My Flower,
    Exhausts me through and through,
    Swimming away from this beautiful hour,
    Tears me apart in two.

    Bleeding from my soul,
    Is what I have done for us,
    Falling into the pit of sorrow,
    Is this pitiful lust.