Her cries of pain is his music

Suicide is a way of saying...YOU CANT FIRE ME! I QUIT!!

Remember when i said i could never hate you, well i lied

I miss the kiss of treachery, the sweet, warm kiss of vanity, the soft and dark and velvety up close against my skin.

Your fate shall be truthful!

All Alone In This Bleak hell YOU Call Reality

Celebrate and mourn have become the same word.

I've lost site of all reality for fear of what might be.

Just as acid melts flesh,
Hatered crumbles a soul.

Life it comes at you at many different colors. But mine it only came with black.