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