My nameless hero in life is a monster called Hope.

Glass, poison, overdose
Gun to head or knife to throat
Blade to wrist or fall from high
You pick one: how did I die?

Men know of their deaths, Just not the hour.

Look outside your window.
Tell me what you see
Do you see the world ending?
Because to me, that's all i see ...

You can say you know how I feel from just looking to my face, But I guess everything I am, I hide on the inside

Violence is what corrupts us.
Guns are what imprison us.
Death is what’s waiting for us.

Dark is not veryscary compared to whats in the light.

If our eyes werent open, could you know the difference between waking and dreaming?

Go ahead, kiss her. I hope she bites your lip and you choke on the blood.

Blood is life, life is death, and death is blood. When does it ever end?