We will not run away from our fears...

If one word could describe me it would be...
Who knew my macabre horrors were realistic...

Not before Thanksgiving, but not after new years...
Everyone was singing merily and acting gay...

Love is a poison
Happiness no cure...

Avoid French toast at all costs
Belail= biggest fear...

Vhained to the wall like a captured beast
Not allowed a morsel of food, definetly no feast...

Bella's life in hell was divine
Never once did she whine...

Darkness surrounds all
Shadding a shadowy mist...

Every lie could be our last
Every sorrow could last long...

A shine in the distance
A spark in the night...

A beam of bright gold
Blinding rays per glance...

An invisible hole,
A missing key...