The hope someone has with the twist of randomness?
The hope someone has for that which is not right...
I feel like I'm dying
I can't breathe or move...
I see your face
as in the mirror I gaze...
Through the trees he lurks alone
never to be seen, but always known...
Oh our dear angel boy
You left us to quick...
She died today.
The last piecernof the jagged dagger...
Darkness of the night hold me tight
Let me hide the pain shown from the daylight...
Sulfur
it's what you want me to...
Waiting with eyes glued to the screen
Hearing the night silent and still...
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet eating her...
Little Miss Alice sat on her chalise eating her...
Stolen kisses in the dark.
Cuddling you at the park...
You told me not to worry
No one gets out alive...