"There is no bed worth sleeping in or dream worth dreaming if I can't share it with you"

"A battlefield isn't a battlefield till there's blood and dead people"

"I want to hear that beautiful song and smell the roses blossoming, Shadows are abound for within this twisted world I've found all I'll ever need"

"Sarcasm carries a cruel truth"

"A banquet of Black roses await me somewhere, when will these angels stop screaming..."

"One more meal, one more day, one more time..."

"Before us there was nothing..."

"There is no standard, nor is there a requirement to being a writer"

"A mind is a terrible thing to poison"

"Though the sun has set like all things that come to an end, my nights with you have not died, erased, forgotten, should I now admit that my every poem was about you, or deny that like I have everything else, this pain is lingering"