I often wonder, way this life chose me.
there must be so many others, much better then me...
Servant to darkness calling.
The land of clovers you call home...
Death is so beautiful.
she wrinkles in purple, red and yellow...
I watch hopefully
Knowing all but know-fully...
Days have past by my gate, as i wait for a...
time drifted away, as i lay in the dark, but i...
A slight remedy, but it clogged her arteries...
Stealing her bliss again...
Depression it's like a Addison to me once i start...
Through the eyes of a destructive soul, yet
enlightened by such grace and beauty, all of...
Another word written across my arm.
i watch it slowly seep through the false fabric...
The color always suits her well
Though others think she came from hell...
Separation damages the heart
Creating rips and tears...
1. running to wards an unknown feeling
2. darkness covers the wounded heart...