It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

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.

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.