I am a memory waiting to be forgotten.
I am a photograph that has begun to fade.
I am the stars that always vanish.
I am the night that melts into day.

I am the wind, that one day, will settle.
I am the sun, that one day, won't shine.
I am the present without a tomorrow.
I am a flaw and a waste of your time.

I am a product of my predecessors.
A stain of blood upon their clean cheeks.
I am a mute child with an answer
To why the wind howls and why the lark sings.

I am the rain waiting to dry up.
I am a dream about to shatter.
I am a heart already lies broken.
I am a life that no longer matters.

I am a flower, that one day, will wither.
I am the hope, that soon will be lost.
I am the summer that melts into winter.
I am a snowflake; ephemeral frost.

I am the rest given to those that are weary,
A song to be sung when the sea is asleep.
I am the maiden, beside your ear, whispering,
“All will be right”, when it is you weep.

I am the yesterday that's always changing.
I am the future unwritten in stone.
I am the salty tears of the ocean.
I am an angel without a home.

I am a woman that cries out for mercy.
I am a demon that prays in the dark.
I am a musician that plays no music.
I am an ember; a fire's last spark.

I am the summer, and once was the autumn,
The coldest winter and most radiant spring.
I am the angel holding the key,
In order to make the most captive, free.

I am a child afraid to look forward.
I am a man afraid to look behind.
I am a feather that keeps on flying,
I am the darkness that melts into light.

I am the knowledge that has been rejected.
I am the cloud that brings forth rain.
I am a goddess that heeds destruction.
I am the one that cries for your pain.

I am the music box that sings ever softly,
Waiting for someone to hear its melody.
I am a labyrinth full of questions,
That no one can answer…no one but me.


I am a slave torn away from freedom.
I am a bird caught in a golden cage.
I am the poet lost without rhythm.
I am a reader who can't turn a page.

I am a flute always singing of peace.
I am a child that sees what is true.
I am a product of this earth’s nature.
I am the tint that makes this sky, blue.

I am a statue whose beauty is broken.
I am a tongue that doesn't shed lies.
I am the water that cleanses your spirit.
I am a person that doesn't yearn to die.

I am an arrow shot by Aphrodite’s cupid.
I am a lonely spirit in the forest.
I am the song that no longer needs singing,
I am a ghost finally put to rest.

I am the mage, instrument of evil,
Enchanting your spirit, capturing your heart.
A puppet of love, pulling you together,
Then little by little tearing you apart.

I am your conscience making you weary.
I am your mind making you dream.
I am the voice in your ear, whispering.
I am the fear that makes you scream.

I am, in truth, all that lies broken.
I am the black in a raven's eye.
I am a dream that will linger forever.
I am the limit found beyond the sky.


I am a dancer yet without a partner.
I am the sorrow; without dismay.
I am the happiness that lurks in the shadows.
I am a dog that has gone astray.

I am a believer that believes…. in nothing.
I am a baby that no longer cries.
I am the taste of honey on your lips.
I am a person that has touched the sky.

I am a novel, yet without an ending.
I am a red rose caught in full bloom.
I am a daffodil that grows in winter.
I am a temple encrypted with runes.

I am the mist born from the ocean,
With rolling hills of blue evergreen.
I have found hope in the rising tide,
Because it has sheltered and protected me.

I am the tears of Amaterasu.
I am an angel born from the sea.
I am the gentle wind of Autumn.
I am the daughter of Adam and Eve.

I am a spider caught in its own web.
I am a remnant of something once warm.
I am a wolf that no longer howls.
I am the bird that sings in the morn'.

I am a princess, banished from her kingdom,
Cursed and doomed to forever walk alone.
I am vagabond with no compass,
No map, and no shelter to call a home.

I am a book that hasn't been opened.
I am a quill that no longer writes.
I am a leaf that keeps on changing.
I am an owl that glides through the night.

I am a dreamer caught in her own world.
I am a thorn can that rip you apart.
I am a nightmare; something left unspoken.
I am the promise for a broken heart.


I am the snow of a dreary winter.
I am the spirit of gentle spring.
I am the heat of radiant summer.
I am a bird that in Autumn, sings.

I am an artist, without a paintbrush.
I am a dreamer without a fantasy.
I am a poet without inspiration.
I am the evil found within beauty.

I am a journal, blank and waiting,
For someone to write in with blood red ink.
I am the sunrise, and the sunset,
Primrose and twilight, making the sky pink.

I am the dove and I am the raven.
I am someone that can fly with tattered wings.
I am the one with power to keep on going.
I am someone who lives with old dreams.

I am the product of an untold story.
I am the past hidden in the new.
I am the future hidden in the forlorn.
I am the dark star that calls to the few.

Euphonious melody, my voice keeps on singing,
I am the wind singing your lullaby.
“close your eyes and fly away love,
Hush now, darling, don’t you cry.”

I am the fire that looms within you.
I am a figment of your insane mind.
I am a riddle without an answer.
I am a maiden that is out of time.

I am a flower rejected by nature.
I am a woman with no regrets.
I am the photograph that is fading.
I am a memory you will forget.