When the clouds darken, and the thunder starts, tears of blood race down my cheeks and I wonder why I'm with you...

When your really depressed..as in 6 feet beneath the ground dedpression..a bitter sweet symphony echoes through the background..and it feels like you won..

Stitches seal my wounds, scars remain, emotions drained and I run to you only to open then up once more

It jus keeps beating, bleeding, but still beating, you follow the trail and slice it open again

My heart, beats
my last breath, breathes
my soul dies, eyes cry
hurt deep, wounds seep
can't sleep, won't eat
I'm dying from the inside out

Even though i generate light, i have a dark nature

I generate light but have a dark nature!

We are the children of the future
We are the children of the dark
We cannot be destroyed!!

With This Floor Of A Canvas And My Blood As The Paint...
I Will Paint A Picture Of You Pretty Face...
With All The Blood Loss I Will Surely Faint...
Then I Can Say I Felt You Pretty Face...

Some of us wish life would end so the pain would go away...but how do we actually know that the pain will go away after we die?