They say I'm not a girl but my heart loves the...
It aches and cries when your so far away...

There's always a demon in the room
even with heaven surrounding me...

Sunbeams shine through pearl white panels
and the warmth rises in the room...

Blood stained flowers look prettier in the...
Even if the dead bodies they grow from are...

My poetry is nothing more then crumpled newspaper,
Words that are smudged beyond comprehension...

Acid rains from these black coloured clouds,
As children hide in their shacks...

Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love...

Strength has been found in more foriegn places
But when tears fall from my eyes to the ground...

Eerie memories
move though depression...

Gone
Is the...

Trans-
Gender...

They say you died on the steps of humanity.
Damn, I rather you go blissful under a stary sky...