The black rose sits starkly,
Among the white...

Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood...

Your pain is foolish,
Said the angel...

Ambidextrous poet,
Writes two poems at a time...

Should I say sorry?
Sorry that I felt this way...

Better suffer and say farewell,
To your dearest, closest friends...

How do you find the words,
To explain what you feel...

She weeps tears of sunshine,
On her rainbow forest...

I try to put the blame on someone else,
Because to carry this guilt would be unbearable...

Lonely now,
As I always was...

Light at the end of tunnels,
Glowing in my eyes...

Dont talk to me about music,
Or about my feet...