Its for you that I take every breath
Now that youre gone how do I face death

Strangle me. I hear the color blue looks flattering on me.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Interesting.
The mad mans thoughts

The person i am is the past i play.

I am the one you love to hate

Staring at the sun, with a bullet in my back.

Silent moonlight,
In fades of grey,
Spoken memories,
That always stay,
Whisper sweetly,
In words so clear,
But only of sorrow,
Pain & fear..

"Why do people live around lies....lies are only infection thats incurable."

They would say i am a fallen angel, but i only fell half way, so now what am i? Which side do i take when both are as bad as each other?