A drop in a bucket cannot create a flood,
Nor can it refresh the dehydration...

Take a knife and cut my wrist
As I cut yours...

I hate funerals,
The sound of the mourners march...

I try not to think of much,
But on certain occasions I find myself with you in...

Looking back at all of these years that I spent,
At my parents house having them pay the rent...

I have no idea of how I died,
I don't know whether it was murder, or was it...

A kiss is pure bliss,
But your kiss is madness...

With a twisted soul and a twisted mind,
As these two hearts seem to be so unkind...

I get lost in thought as I stare into your eyes,
Telling you that I love you...

I can hear it coming.
Its coming to get me...

** Written With Lethal Prophecy **
Alas, you're here to be as a living dream...

** To my friends Dad who died on fathers day. He...
** RIP Mr, Mutoc...