I hate you
for what you did to me...

What is it
that makes him beautiful one day...

Wiles of a woman, unjust
mistook for witchcraft, rather than might...

Violet makes
simple flowers...

Devil horns caress heartstrings
twangs resound...

No matter the place or the time
you live in my brain always...

Glass clouds surround each person
as they primly walk through life...

I stand alone fearfully awaiting
the cold loss of my burning soul...

How does it keep happening
to me, how do i let it...

On top of the hill watching
people ants crawling, scrambling...

No matter what plays with your sight
forget whatever it may do to you...

I miss you, i want you but
go cry now, because its over...