Perfection

To never see it snow, or watch it rain again.
To never be in love, or having to explain again.
To not have to cover my face,
so you won't see my pain.
That would be perfection.

FROM : Some month some day in 1999

The girl who's allergic to light

Alone she awaits her inevitable fate,
for morning is coming fast.
At only one day old she's not too young to know,
that these breaths could be her last.