Sometimes you just feel things and sometimes you...
Sometimes the numb can be so much & sometimes...
Flesh,puss,blood and bone,
my all time favorite thing...
I follow you deeply into the woods,
where suspicion does not arouse...
Your always on my mind
My one so hard to find...
You don't have to die.
You can live for me...
This is not a poem.
this is not a song...
Leave me be, let me alone
let me sleep my death sleep...
I am waiting for,
You outside the house...
It's a funeral for the damned
screaming voices from the grave...
The smiles, the laughs, the happiness
Its not really there...
Once upon a time, all the pieces formed a picture.
Once, back when the pattern was clear...
The Chandelier hangs in the way
Every day it hangs there...