Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

Dignity is death.

The devil’s in my midst.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

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

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…

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…

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

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.