I don't see it.
All these children saying they are in love...

So I danced to a song today,
a smile on my face...

You never looked as beautiful as you do now,
sobbing to be saved...

Tangled
And Lying...

Still nothing in an abyss
Of what never was...

"---Christa"
One word off those lips...

Weak!
Gods do I hate myself...

Its something like admission
faith in the ability to forgive...

You like the picture
that hangs on...

*an old poem in my old, dead style*
Just to let you know...

My heart
Stops...

The thought of so much hate enveloping me;
even my own faulty dreams disowning me...