The morning sun sparkles,
across the due grass...

As a child, i longed for a brother or sister,
someone to keep me company...

When times are s**t,
just sit and think...

Eyes are beautiful,
Eyes are the key to your soul...

In the dawn of day,
the birds fly high...

Blood is that beautiful thing,
that pours from the slices in your arms...

Sometimes i feel
so lost, so unaware...

Love life,
Fresh air in your lungs...

I wandered aimlessly,
looking with my eyes wide shut...

As i lay,
my soul being devoured...

Blades slice through me
like a knife through an apple...

I would like to drift
away from everything under a doves wing...