Walking by myself
through a crowded street
and every stranger around my age
whose eyes mine do meet
makes my mind wonder
if you could be my soulmate
and some might say that I'm too young
to think about the forces that decide my fate
and maybe I'm not old enough
to truly understand love at first sight
my mind floating idly by
like wind catching a kite
my mind it stops drifting
when your eyes meet mine
and now my minds completely empty
and I know I'll be just fine
if only this,
this love that I see
you already
feel for me...

I found myself a dying sun,
I lay ashore, all mem'ries gone,
Beneath a sky of crimson clay,
Where every world spends its last day.

The dusty sand beneath my form
I used to love looks so forlorn.
The waves crash down with energy
They do not wish to share with me.

I am tired of it all,
Sick to death, I take the fall.
Down to the void, abyss,
Without parting glass or kiss.

You will not find me here tomorrow,
I have drowned myself in sorrow.
The bleakest darkness of my past
Swells in the distance like a mast.

I shall not perish, all the same.
Your world is evil and insane,
Yet I shall rise again at last
While you'll be buried in the past.

Soft sand, the Orchid stands,
Or sits rather.
I miss her, the Orchid.
I miss her, the Peach.
I miss her, the Rebel.
I miss her, the Dream.

Soft like sand, I lay and draw lines.
Lines and lines.

One must lead to her.
Soft as the finest sand, Egyptian cotton.

Soft like skin. Soft like pedals.
Soft like love, I miss her.

my finger tips bleed for you

pouring out confessions

blackmailed by my betraying heart

sscraping your leftovers closer,

hoping you can see through the

bright lights and encryptions

that the vicious remains of our love

still circles like a vulture

and I, so desperate to be tasted

offer to you in this mangled mess of loveliness

my soul scratched in wretched gliphs for an endless time

in a language that could only be deciphered by your cruel love.