The rains of starving artists
Melted Ice
Fortuneless collection of pens
Fools gold
Sand imprisoned shackled soul
Blind ego
Are the tears of angels' wings
Drowning heart
How dark is octopus ink?
Rash judgement
That struggles to be free
And Ambition
They pour from angry clouds
Wayward Dream
The color of my soul
Tin Cup
From the handcuffs of my mind
Is Frozen
Over the blind eye that I stole
Drifter's logic
Is a dead-end motion scream
Dark Glasses
Locked away from what I need
The Lake