Why was it that flowers never smelled so sweet as when they were dying?

There must be an exception. There must be a way out.

Her disfigured mother huddled in a rocking chair next to the fireplace, watching the fire but only seeing a funeral pyre

"Come in the night,
where I'll hide you in my darkness."

I would like to die knowing the greatest poison of life....LOVE.

Sometimes Im pretending that Im ok, The most time I dont feel that way, But I dont want to hurt you, So I keep on pretending

I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They talk to me

From Rev Theory's "Voices"

And when i'm open wide..
with nothin left to cling to..
only u are there to lead me on..
cause honestly..i'm not that strong.

Later I'll remember how it feels to die.

Death near calls to me from the shadows.