Love was just a word before i met you.. now its more than a feeling..

..my heart is locked up with chains just trying to keep you out of it..

The look of innocence...

The sparks are flying and the pain is comming

Existence-a blessing? or torture?

No reason to cry only to feel guilty

The blood is running from my wrist like the tears falling from my eyes

At the end of my rainbow you'll be there standing because you are my pot of gold

~*don't start what you can't handle*~

Im walking in hell holding the hand of death