Friend I used to have a visitor, that meant more to me than she knew, she brought the summer through the door, and left the morning dew I urged her to share her feelings, I asked if she was just a friend, she pierced my eyes with a regretful look, and she never visited again

"Stop dreaming. People who say that are blaspheming"

Young Isolation Her ghostly presence haunts the plain, Days gone by, overflowing with zest, Her elegant features invaded with pain, A silent drum beneath her breast, An abandoned spectre in apocalypse park, This soulless field is now her home, Friends chasing dreams into the dark, Left to dwell on her existence alone

New Age Prayer "May your pain be champagne"

Night#life Silver flux razes navy eternity, Scorching star pierces infinite uncertainty, Neon bullet wounds boredom fatally, Electric acid skips gracefully, crazily, daintily