Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced

Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole

Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.

A wilting aster
Questioned Death
Whose body surrounded
With field of flowers—
Would they cry?
They answered,
Yes, though
You wouldn't know why.

My life is too quiet
Yet I never met solace
For in this silence
My thoughts propagate
Happiness until hate
They're breaking my mindscape
Yearning to be heard
Out in the landscape
But I have none to share this burden
Flowers wilt and birds fly away
Loneliness is my only company
I'm silenced to misery
Left only with a single wish
A creature that feeds upon
My overwhelming thoughts

In this jungle of variety
I try to be a deer;
Grass, salt, and my feet
Are all I need to be fulfilled
Yet, why is the end
To be prey—that meat on the tray
When all I've done is to roam free

But, when I become the tiger
Animals growl at me, they say
Stop, herbivore you should be
Not a predator, instead
A prey that roams free.

Rivers do not cry
For they have been crying for too long
Long enough to forget
How rivers look
When they don't cry.

You felt your being was crushed
By their gaze, by their says
Being beneath them, you hate
Them being above, you abhor
What should you do
To remove the stain in you

It's easy
Don't place yourself below
Don't raise your head to see
They are but a stain
Bleach them away
And wear that pride

'Cause only in death
Should you put yourself down.

Someone has thrown another coal,
It asked me to burn my worst
Bewitched by illusion
Like the little match girl—
But isn't that the dream I seek
To dive into the hole like Alice did
So was me being awake
Really the best that it could be;
Can't I stay here burning
Until the sun I became?