Hate. It's sweet taste allows one to forget their pain. Thus, in the depths of despair, men cling to hate. Even if they know the deception is only momentary. . .

The sleeping cries
of the little girl
sound like lullabies
in her own world

Cradle me in your arms as they lay me to rest in the grave I've chosen to be mine. I'll make it beautiful, so you can join me in my dreams of death. Be mine forever and we will live on in the comfort of the grave I've chosen to be mine.

Some hide their emotions with anger, others open up and shed tears, i bottle mine up till it kills me

She tried to live
She tried to hide
But most of all,
She tried to die..

He made her feel so beautiful as he slowly destroyed her inside and took away the only innocence she held on to

Look at yourself here at the edge, was it worth all the pain? was it worth the scars? does it please you to see your enemies fall in front of you?

yes it does

" I used to believe that Dreams come true,but never knew that Nightmares do as well"..

With this gun and this knife i shall end all that have hurt me. but yet i stay my hand...for if i end them all...there will be no one left to grieve for them...

Pritty pictures in my mind i hear u call my name...searching through the darkness, i fall 2 my knees in pain..stabbed in the back as i watch u fade away...