Emotionless

The seat angel of death is peeking.
Knocking on my windows, from the shadows of my room

Fairy Tale

once upon a time,
she was a princess.
she was a vision of beauty and gentle.
just like a fairy tale.

The Bumblebee flys anyway

I'm line a bumblebee in the middle of the night,
originally connected to the world of sunshine and flowers,
but now stuck in the darkness.
The only light that i have is artificial and hard, unreal.

Unknown

new place, new life.
a city without any light,
nothing grow, nothing live.
darkness had fallen upon me,
i don't belong here.

six feet under

six feet under.
i can not think,
i can not cry.
i can't, no longer, live a lay.

so cold, little girl

sometime, not so long ago.
there was a little girl.
but she wasn't so little and she wasn't so much of a girl.