Cradle me in your arms as they lay me to rest in the grave I've chosen to be mine. I'll make it beautiful, so you can join me in my dreams of death. Be mine forever and we will live on in the comfort of the grave I've chosen to be mine.

My mind's a twisted tree, standing, stripped of leaves, in the dark sky. The dry ground is slowly killing me, driving me to the brink of insanity...

Dont be shocked that people die, be surprised your still alive

You alone create the full spectrum of light, so what could go wrong?

Darkness is getting closer.
The day will come soon enough.

Turn your thoughts from cold unfeeling light,
And listen to the music of the night.

-POTO

Death thats in my heart blackend to the core this is when its revived and brought back with your love come to me my deadly love and then ill meet my bloody end

And when it's all said and done,
When the world has been destroyed
Leaving the shreds of humanity in ruins,
Who will we find to blame then?

Now the scary kids, are scaring kids.
While the musicians wallow in their misery, writing the music that will soon be our soundtrack.
And the Priests are praying, begging for forgiveness for the world.

We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt. - R. D. Laing