Death is a beautiful thing
a joyous occasion...
Dear Mommy,
A boy brought a gun to school...
Why does bad things happen to me?
Once I turn around theres no going back...
Lest we remember
On the day they had died...
Avoided by the most, out of sheer fright,
She stands in the schoolyard, an unwelcome sight...
A touch to be felt,
A kiss that's been given...
Im dead.
But i have no grave...
It makes me sick to think,
I treat you so bad, coz i do...
Am I alive or am I dead.
My regrets repeating in my head...
As I put the barrel to my head i try to forget
As my finger is placed on the trigger the thought...
Red, yellow colored tears floating through the...
Little boy with a cart, at stone rock he stares...
Lush, blood-like petals and thorns betrothed
With dazzling beauty that stuns within...