She sits and thinks about the meaning of life,
She can't even feel her wrist touching the knife...

"I can not save the world" she says,
and looks at the sunset view...

Her hair so awful, her skin so pale,
She always wondered, where did she fail...

Above, and beyond the worlds last end,
There is a place, abandoned, for souls to send...

She walks across a garden full of snow,
In this garden, wild roses grow...

A punky view of perspective
Saving our own generation...

She wandered, alone, alongside the nightly shore,
As now as forever, as now as before...

The rain of the storm lingers,
I feel the passion through my fingers...

Human beings are strange creatures, created from...
Made to seek happiness from their very timely...

My sole existence,
I live to be free...