A potter curse, engraved in stone,
A shattering verse, a wound so deep...

These moment's pass on by,
And I'm not really there...

If I die today,
If I die tomorrow...

Your Fantasy Might My Nightmare.
Ahh the sweet taste of your bitter serenade...

In a forgotten time I once trusted in life,
When your smile wasn’t a masking...

A/N: This poem is based on a Character that I have...
Anyway, am quite proud of this, although I have...

Lies.
When the pages turn to stone...

Pen and Pad.
A pen and a pad...

I didn't know where to put this one O.o *coughs...

Self-Separation.
Yep, you’re doing it all over again...

He’s A Shadow.
He’s a shadow...

It's false and I can see through,
It’s not gonna hold much longer...