Every step I take in this cold world is another...
I walk alone on this broken path of mine...
Fears last through the night,
Spirits rise when morning brings light...
They see, but they don't know.
I pretend and they ignore...
I saw me
in those moments...
Somewhere between fact and innuendo
there's usually a shaded window...
What make a person a person?
A soul...
You have a right to be saved..
Just because your broken doesn't mean anything...
You told me to reach,
so I grabbed for your hand...
He wishes for the blackest plague, upon a...
She wishes for a hurricane of blood, to drown us...
Gracefully flowing with the rhythm,
Dancing in eloquent splendor...
I wanted to die in fire,
to fade into the setting sun...
A lovely evening
Snow glistening so calm...