Upon An Emerald Pillow:

Stolen dreams and broken memories never last. Laying on a pillow of fiery emerald glass. A tear slowly drips from his face and shatters the majestic reflection of his past. Haunted by the people floating by. Haunted by the judgment in their eyes. On a dirt path. In the grass. Under a full moon. Adrenaline flow. Just a little notepad, and a boy left sitting here feeling so sad. Gripping a pencil. Itching to let go. Going mental. Gripping a pencil to transform those that passed away. Itching to rewrite the cruel distant past as trauma turns to karma. When the sun rises in skies far away.