Hold that thought
Or it might float away
Doomed to be forgotten
...
I think if my conscience
Had an evil twin
He'd be green and mean
...
A scream resounds
Rending the heart from memories
Continuously trying to quell
...
Impassioned spirits
With a tang of greatness
Tastes more like
...
Falsehoods fill my ears
And are worn upon faces
Like festival masks
...
Come ye gods
And strike me down
I fear not your wrath
...
On such a day as this
Cherubs play peacefully
Permeating the air
...
Look into the inkblot
And tell me what you see
I see nothing
...
My eyes darken with
A shade of apathy
I cower as the visions
...