The fall is less frightening Than the ledge upon which I stand To fly like a bird is freedom To stand like a monolith to pain i… The water looks so calm below

You can’t see me My eyes are closed So you can’t look into them Besides, your eyes are closed too. You can’t touch me

I can’t keep up this race, So bone-chillingly lonely, Still lingering in this cold place… I’ve had this dream before... Pain, agonizing pain strikes again…

Your inability to see What’s killing me Endlessly This is my destiny A loop of death

The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

There is a beautiful glade Covered in white roses Shimmering in the sunlight Ranks of tall trees with golden le… Surround the glade

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

Depression is... Like a towering mountain, On my back Like my shadow, Always there, always dragging me d…

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

Oh, miserable love And beloved misery What is the meaning of it all? Why do I feel the cold sting of m… And the warm embrace of twisted wr…