Tears slip down my face like rain,
My eyes the wettest they've ever been.
Only in the night do they find release,
Aching with pain that will not cease.

But in the darkness, the moon appears,
A comforting presence to calm my fears.
It shines a light on my troubled soul,
And reminds me that I am whole.

Within my mind, a house does stand,
A place of wonder, a dreamland.
Imagination runs wild and free,
A world of endless possibility.

My heart is not a heart at all,
But a forest, both big and small.
Seeds of passion grow and thrive,
But weeds of wickedness do strive.

And in my soul, a fire burns bright,
A beacon of warmth in the night.
But a devil lurks, waiting to pounce,
To extinguish the flames, to denounce.