Everyday is like another broken day.
Dishes fly, words stab...

Your gone.
It seems like yesterday you were here talking...

You are a poison.
Your lips carry your venom...

Disappearing, gone forever more,
Fading from you faster and faster...

That deciving feeling warms over as I cry over...
The regretful pin box sits untouched upon that...

I am dark and sensetive.
I wonder about death...

Watch her move acrossed a darkend room,
Trapped forever in her mind...

Brother
Pyro why...

Best friend,
I hold you dear...

Deception is the spell you cast
Spinning your cruel words into gold...

To fast, to slick, to whatever.
That is what I am...

Within the mirror lies a reflection,
Deep within that...