I pen in a most painful inkwrite myself up to the brinkof where only I can go...ride the excruciating flow Let the blackness then burnwhile I once again learnthe lessons within its painas cleansing as a frozen rain Leaving me to...

My lips are pink.My hood is red.And though I knowthe roads are safe by day,I walk the night instead. Through mossy moor and meadow creek,beneath the moon, I hear you speak.Your golden eyes like beacons senda welcome glow I comprehend. By...