Take these wings, these belonged to an angel who died in her own misery

Creating a false reality to live in just to get through life without any pain

The children of darkness.... What messes we make

Always knew i would
look back on my tears and
laugh, but I never thought I
would look back on the
laughter and cry

Like an adict I live for the pain.

Sleep little womanchild, restfully,
in the tranquility of your watery tomb.
Death's fair new bride has laid down by his side,
once fair maiden now Mistress of Gloom.

Just let me grow sick and tierd of it.
I’m good what have you.
R.M.D.S.

They pain of the Lost
is nothing like the slit in your wrist.

Draped in delicate splendor,
Wrapped in shining silver,
Diamonds all aglitter,
Such kisses against my heart.

Kiss the Dead and Kill the Living