• My mental haven disturbed,
    and this is where sadness occurs.

    Lost my mental immortality,
    to this sick reality.

    Can't find the words to say,
    they all just seem to blow away.

    Sick of this lie,
    sick of this life.

    I wish I could trade it all away,
    Something new just for a day.

    Next time I don't want to be weired,
    don't want to be feared.

    Give me a chance please,
    don't just tease.

    Just one chance,
    Just for a little romance.

    -Zandra
    (c) Sunday, May 25, 2008