Life is like a flower, 15 white scented petals...
i hold my breath and count, 1..2..3..4.., i pick...
Hunted night to the day
A word, a whisper, a phrase to say...
Trust not tomorrow's whisper
Though the tree fondly become a little crisper...
Shared, that's what I am
The shared daughter of the damned...
Taking a knife
Looking at the blade...
And now here we see,
a sad picture as an angel sings...
I Miss you
i miss you much...
Tired-beaten and deeply scarred
why does this life have to be so hard...
Down into my grave, a headstone of turmoil
A coffin of maggots, a funeral of ghosts...
Let me state one thing,
i have but one thing to say...
Dear You,
You must not care: I see this clearly. I do not...
My ankles burn and my wrists ache,
these unseen shackles from another world...