I'm laying in my coffin,
Dead to the world...
Reflected shadows of granite angels
Pillars marking souls within this cold employ...
I can't see her conflict, but I feel the pain
Creeping gently and eerily upon my soul...
~*~ this is how i feel and i really want to die...
death is what i want...
The swaying of the houseboat in the wind, gently...
Rain washing over the windows and pounding the...
Dead, I am the one,
I exterminate for fun...
Unable to see my hand in front of my face
Edging my way along the wall...
Lost between the fingertips of broken reality,
Searching for the souls of modern mortality...
You're lacking something rotten,
But I'm sure I'll compensate...
I can't cry
these eyes won't let me...
The fire
The pain...
The Death of You
Sometimes I like to make believe...