Silent are the forlorn scarlet roses
Who watches the gold-tipped butterflies...
To my friends,
My untold story of the angel...
With this power at my fingertips i could do right
you wish me to be good, let kindness burn bright...
Laying down in her bed, dreaming words unsaid
Clenched fist to her date, trying to control his...
His beauty reigned
just as the crow...
I wanted to be different. Special
humble origins, watchmaker's son...
I went to my prom all dressed in
white; And there in my sight I saw...
I thought the world was good
But it seems that I was wrong...
Should death befall me
Where ever I may be...
See the light of the moon.
Feel the pop in your bones...
The perfect sound of her untamed violin
Sinking into the night's most direful silence...
Without Words
He sits in his room day after day...