There like the clock, you can count
One cut two cut three cut four...
I glance at a branch with a rope attached,
i tried being at the end of the rope...
This little girl, her very own
to love and hold, none of which she has shown...
Dearest little bottle flowing with colorful...
Why did your enticing freedom tempt my broken...
Before the great death
I must be so smooth...
I'm am SO tired of my life i cant take it
i am SO tired of crying myself to sleep...
I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine...
The window is open wide
let the dark match the inside...
He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass...
Deep in the belly of a
violent storm, rages...
Shivers creeping down my spine
This ice-blooded feeling of mine...
One of my earliest childhood memories is of Father
frothing at the mouth, spreadeagled on the side of...