Life is a sea of pain and disapointment but only in death can we be at peace

Have you ever wanted so badly that you would kill for it? I have. And I have to kill you to get it. Now, this might sting a wee bit.

I don't mind pretending I'm someone else
Whoever you want me to be
As long as I'm inside you
You'll never want me to leave

And did you cry, I know I did
When I lied to you
I didn't want to hurt you
I just never knew I did

-k's choice

Trust is a killer word.
A famous word for liars.

Sick of the blood dripping on my skin.
Will you wipe it off for me?

Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.
(T.S.ELIOT)

And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
(T.S.ELIOT)

You've dreamed a reality to breath wishes from our hearts, I say, I'm not surprised that your death will pay me a life, a soundless, a silence so loud killing me still forever within but not dying.

The stars come from towns ever hidden, It's leegends ever known, It's earth pale as snow, Its trees bore no fruits for me to drink with my desires, foretold that its rain will wash me away like a dead grey soul floating with my gowns torn apart.