All ways waiting for my knight and shining armer to come around riding a nice white horse

Upon my grave lies not a rose, for none remember my name,
And on the headstone are written the words, She died for her love in vain.

The black quill in my hand
Moves of it's own accord,
The Ravens last earthly thoughts,
Expressed in inky words.

Tears falling from the sky,
Words of a tired lullaby...

Angel 2 You, But Devil To Myself . . .

Draws her in, saves her soul then spits her out and leaves her to die in her heartbreak.

Warm crimson liquid
trickling down my wrist
my eyes glazing over
as my arm you twist

Drinking my blood
a small groan escapes
you bite down harder
not a drop you waste
in your arms i lay dead
your beginning...
...my end!!

I am ridiculed because I appear strange, but there is a fine line between strange and different!!!!

A fantasy is all the thoughts thats been waiting to come out

Fantasy aint a dream... its what we want most