Here is that feeling again,
I thought it was gone...
She walks about in her cell.
Her impending doom known to well...
Why do I love u
When you don’t care...
I sit here wandering what is going wrong.
I feel like my life is like one screwed up song...
A fogginess
in my thoughts...
For a third of my life
I've worshiped Death...
More often than not I have been
Ailienated by humans that declare...
It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun...
Remember Remember the 8th of September, when all...
It feels really good
when people notice...
This goes out to all those who've been broken,
Left alone in the dark with words unspoken...
Deep-rooted
Existence...