Somehow its night
walking down the street...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
As two trains pass in the night I caught a face in...
it was mine going both ways a silhouette was...
I drink the blood of an immortal catastrophe;
This sweet taste outlines my delicate lips...
"Losing Everything"
I watch everything catch flames...
Murder I Wrote
A Murder SHE wrote...
Here i am in my dream staring at the wall
trying to be tall...
How strong are you now
That I have cut you down...
I'm the one, who is again abandoned, verging on...
Wishing things went untold and without a say...
I hold this knife close to my skin
i feel the metal cutting in...
I'm sitting here
at an unmarked grave...
I split the wrist who feeds me.
Feeding on delicate liquid...