• Love,
    My vengeful friend, my loving foe,
    i need you more than you'll ever know,
    but I'd appreciate not so much abuse.

    Life,
    A typhoon of misery,
    with just enough revelry,
    to actually be of some use.

    Oh, tongue, why can't you form the right words?
    Oh, mind, why can't you think better things?
    Oh, so~ul, why can't you release yourself,
    from the chicken fence of melodies my heart brings?

    Water, slowly giving me my breath back,
    Fire, quickly taking it away,
    Wind, pushing and pulling me,
    when all the ground wants is for me to stay.