Remove these needles from my arms
Pull back the mask that hides my face...

Pictures from the past
Together in a photograph...

Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and...

All paths lead to here
They never lead away...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Pretty little dolly
All on her own...

All the hated, and the fated
Went walking in the sand...

This is not over
This blood within my veins...

Whispers "it's all in her head"
From behind my back...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...