Faded dreams; they whisper,
wrapped in darkest silk...

"This love you feel now,
is something of an art...

In the darkest corner,
in the darkest mind...

Criss-crossed cuts,
All down my wrists...

(In the end instead of the word coin.. or...
You look into my eyes, dark and dead as disco...

{Almost pointless, I wrote it just... because.}
A cruel twist of Faith's can destroy a life...

Love is a feeling,
I shall not seek...

Love the feel,
Feel the love...

I want you gone.
Forgiveness is not real...

Is the talent for writing a gift or a curse?
An eternity of writing just one more verse...

Tears, salty sweet with pain,
Wish to Hell they fall like rain...

See the fire?
See the light...