Drenched skin.
Walking aimlessly,
through the rain of life.

Released umbrellas.
Covering firmly,
the change of society.

Chilled breeze.
Blowing freely,
no higher power to judge it.

Calmed day.
Passing beautifully,
no stressful obstacles inbound.

Alluring gaze;
Far away, yet ever so near.
Washes doubt and illuminates space;
Cleans all thoughts of hate and fear.
With it's thick white glow in such a beautiful place.

Midnight wonder;
As time ticks on, it stands there.
Bright and bold does it shine!
Does it know love? Does it know care?
With it's loving pose, ever so divine.

Transitioning power;
When the day is done, no more will it hark.
During the day, life is filled with rage.
However, one again will it rise in the dark.
With it's welcoming of the future's page.

Be it life, a flourishing field,
amidst the cold of time and space.
Be it death, a depressing deal
but a normal passing of our race.
Be it all which to it decides to yield;
Oh moon, bless us with your grace!

I hate those people,
who ponder every moment in their life.
Injuries don't hurt them when from the knife
People who struggle to break free from strife.

I hate those people,
who search for their own origin.
The meanings of loss, and of win.
People who stray from their kin.

What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?

The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.

When on that night so cold,
and at a midnight so serene.
Why did you take your life
why, my dear Irene?

You have always been my beloved,
you were always happy, it seemed.
Why did you take your life out of this strife,
why, my dear Irene?

Why must you leave me so,
in this depressed world so old.
Whether you're now in heaven or even in hell,
I pray that you feel better wherever you may dwell.

You are buried here, on his hill
I visit here now and then.
While you're body lays here ever so still
I wonder where I should've been.

I should've been beside you,
always respecting and being true.
Caring and welcoming your beautiful mien,
I should've loved you more, my dear Irene.

These letters
placed onto this keyboard
are able to make art so beautiful
and novels so imaginative!
And this metal piece with keys on top,
can also make
h

Yelling urges in my mind,
try to tell me that everything's fine.
Yet your hatred for me grows and grows,
for a reason only God knows.

My life was joyful with you on my way,
now it has gone wildly astray.
My hope was plentiful when you were here,
now the future fills me with fear.
My mind was eased when you came by,
now you've left me to simply cry.

Calming voices in my brain,
worn out from the past's strain.
Your hatred for me grew with time,
and now I have to leave you behind.

Your love is a fire
which burns higher and higher.
Started from some caring hands,
it burns throughout our forested land.
It's burned the country mile by mile,
and it won't stop burning for a while.