These hollow eyes of mine only tell truths

My heart is way past beating

Working on a new art project, in me if you must...

Cut my throat and watch me bleed, addicted tragady.

You live, you die, your forgotton

You soon loose track of what's up, when you're always being put down

Never say "i love you" back, unless you mean it too, because the pain of that lie, is worse than "i hate you".

The pleasur of a dream is that it is a fantasy, if it happends then it was never a dream

My life is a book with pages missing and many more to be cut out

Always wanting what you cant have