As I sit here with this knife in my hand,
I'll map you out my brilliant plan...
I hope you're gone.
I hope you die...
I walked the door
mello says no...
Look between the indentations of
skin that has aged through...
Her tongue flamed red
with...
It all started with a spider
It made me think of you...
You always
want Roses...
Fragmented and afraid of what she lost,
Consumed with thoughts of what she's done...
I've seen your kind before
I know what your about...
Your delusional alter ego
lives in denial...
Her heart is pounding as she walks,
She tells him she loves him...
I look to the starry sky in the late night,
Bathing in the full moon's light...