Fake prophets
with false messages...
You can't break what is already broken-
You can't destroy what was never there...
August 10th 1999
3.04 am...
I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...
I am poisen.
I tear women down and ruin mens' hearts...
My dark days might be like yours
I lock myself in my room...
My heart, on a platter before you
Pain I have, I wish you knew...
...a maelstrom
curses...
My love for you is what kept me going
Anything you wanted or needed...
Rose petals decay on the bed we once loved in.
The once open windows dark with cobwebs...
When our hearts were dancing
The souls of evening soared...
My memories are my trauma.
My heart is my endless suffering...