I am translucent powerade leaning on a love rock
paper in hair and
lonsome mock

I am a scenary of green leafs in the skies of Pure
I am wickedness of mouth spade
and tear to the tune

I am a cup of cream foam and lines of mist
In my happiest nightmare I am
a torture fist!

I am a word sliding down the knowledge
Spirit is my sleep
I am a forest

My mirror is eyes of flight
night
sight of stumbling right
to forget sun sight

Please leave me some water
in the well of I
because I am nought
in a purpose of existence draught