Sometimes you're 21, and you can't remember
the last time your mother smacked anything against...
You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...
Beware the Evil in the night..
Could be in the dark or in the light...
When in zenith of the night
the wind doth howl...
The strange, beautiful places that I go to are...
But to visit I will need a map well hidden under...
Red drips slowly down
In the halls...
Trapped into sin
Fooled by the living...
Now I will tell you what I've done for you,
50,000 tears I've cried, blurring and stirring the...
Fire born of rapture lost,
visionary within an indigo...
I can feel it in the cold fall air
Subtle, yet it is clearly here...
Varnished lies o'er wooden door
dust unsettled on sinful floor...
Bloodbath of memories
poured from a veinless...