Everyone wants to be liked!
Even kids who have their hair spiked...
I am violent, a force of nature,
A tempest, a natural fiery phenomenon...
Moving stealthily through the night
The bark isn't as bad as the bite...
They once all feared the ending;
The one thing they knew would come...
I write to calm the silence
To compromise its' ruse...
In the day I sleep, in the night I dine
Feeding from those whom often decline...
There once was a doll
That took an awful fall...
Passion Consumes me
Emit fire from my eyes...
Here i sit
singing away...
Blood Instead of Ink
He didn't realized how much pain was inflicted...
The bloody rose.
The one I hold...
Welcome to a gray-ish place,
One with lack of time...