Broken Art-ed

Wanderer 

My soul is a wanderer, my mind tends to drift, my heart is no soldier, its fading with in the mist

Drift

Niceness cost nothing, nothing is nice, I feel it coming, As i drift into ice

Poisoned pixie

Oh magical pixie grant me a wish, one covered with bliss, give me shoes, give me love, give me food, clears skies above, give me a life, give me a heart, give me wife, give me a start. Oh magic pixie, how I wish how I wish how I wish

Love with-in the shadows

Love is a desire of fear, love is a desire of bliss, love is a desire of clear, love is a wish