Like a bucket of ice Tipped over the head I now think in Startling clarity -Kel Dayheart
Irritable
It's such a pain To sit and wait I am not The patient sort -Kel Dayheart
Power of the Mind
Power births corruption And shapes a state of mind That is a cruel form of perfection Evils lurk in Man's imagination For it searches to find Something that isn't a work of fiction -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 