It comes out during sunset:
Sky blushes orange,
Moon scares the sun.

It gushes out in different forms:
A bit scattered at first,
But then becomes one.

It dabs words onto paper:
Sewing syntax
On fabric fantasy.

But it leaves without warning:
It's daylight drowning
In nocturne melody.

"To me, she's the entire ocean. To her, I'm just a puddle, ***** and lifeless."

"You should give it a try. You know, test the waters, explore the beauty of the ocean."

"The beauty of the ocean is indeed very enchanting. But if you don't know how to swim, you will drown and eventually die in the depths of its beauty."

I once had a dream
Though I’m not even sure if it’s a dream

I was in this forest, see
It was cold, damp, and foggy
With me was my Dahlia, dressed in white
My oh so pretty Dahlia

She was just standing right there
Far from me, and we both couldn’t move
As if time had died for the both of us
And she was shaking her head
Uncontrollably, violently, shaking her head

I knew she was crying
Wait, was she crying?
Or was she just bleeding through her eyes?
I don’t know, but there was blood all over her

Then, right in front of us was a wolf
Black fur, eyes drenched in vermillion
It—or he?—was staring at me, growling
And then, it—or he?—began to grin

I looked the wolf in the eyes
They were fiery, like windows to hell
And the wolf kept on grinning,
Its sharp teeth like demonic horns

I don’t know, but it seems like
The wolf is there physically in front of me
But its soul—or his?—was trying to **** my Dahlia
To strip her of her innocence
Not to mention her clothes

But of course, dreams are severed by waking up
And I did wake up, to the smell of decaying flesh
With dried-up blood painted all over my skin
I turned around, and there she was
My Dahlia, cold and lifeless

Like her heart

"What is pain to you?" She asked.

"It's when you can't accept the fact that the person who was once dying to have you is now dying to forget you."

They danced underneath
the frigid December sky,
their eyes like the stars,
and their hands held together
by warm yet frozen teardrops