You Pick And Pick
But Their Is Nothing There...

Extinctionalism Is On The Tip Of My Toung
Your Face, Your Body Was All Wrong...

The Blood Soaked Poem
Slept Cold And Wet On...

I cry myself to sleep
almost every night...

Nothing More But Selfish
Thoughts Of The Antagonists Heart...

The thoughts of growing up
still linger in the back of my head...

Knowing You Is Like Knowing Summer Is Never Going...
Death Denies You Entrance Into His Uninhabited...

Beauty everlasting
The crators in the vast...

Flowerless gardens all the view
This cupple is the same...

I wouldn't be able to tell you how much it hurts.
To know that a brother would choose anything but...

Sad, Lone Depression
Cries of a desperate heart...

Sad, Lone Depression
Cries of a desperate heart...