The RainWhen my BloodFalls like rain.When no man left alive is sane.What happened to the silent child?A heart no man dare beguile?Who alive can tell?Who would tell the child's tale?When only one aliveIs left as sane.As when my bloodFirst fell as rain.
ReflectionHalf lost,Half found,Half misunderstood.You think you know me,But you only know what you see.I am not one,But many.As seen in the eyes of others.I am the reflectionOf many eyes back at me.
A Kiss Like A HandshakeA hug is a handshake,Or that's what it's become...A formality of friendship,For those old and Young.A hug is a hello,An "I'm good, how are you?"A greeting of neighbors,We use it, too.A kiss as a handshake?A Hello-Good bye?Not a promise of lovers,Just used on they fly?A kiss as a handshake,Used loose without meaning,Has lost all its purpose,Its divine station leaving.A kiss as a hug.Held loose in one hand.Tossed to a stranger,In a far away land.A hug is a handshake,When we use it with few.A kiss, it is special,Saved only for you.
KabunIt started as nothing.Which turned into something.Which then proceeded to blowup in your face.