Overload
Thoughts, dark as a roaring anger, it seems to linger. Heart, cold as a pouring rain, it seems full of pain. Mind, spinning round and round, nothing to be found. Intentions good, misunderstood. just want to load to be back on board.
April (month-in a havoc state)
Dear april, please be real. Don't let my spirit fell into reel. For I never steal your time but to lay it on the line just to be in your solemn thine. So bear in mind that someone is under your charm.