Its hard to deal
When you've got the right guy...

Its early morning when I awake.
I can feel your breath on my neck...

Cries behind closed doors
Forced to put on a fake smile...

She cries silent tears as the artist prepares to...
The body is the canvas...

Empty and cold
I hang up the phone...

How can a womb full of life
Bring forth such blackness...

Jumbled words and mixed up thoughts
Expectant eyes awaiting an answer...

I bear my fangs
As I prepare to feast...

Here we are once again
The yelling and fighting...

I am a selfish character
And I can suck the life out from you...