My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
Dignity is death.
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
