Storms softly thunder
An ebony of decay...

I can't figure this out; an errotion of the heart...
you're hanging on to hope with far too much skill...

The poem is what you see, but if you read the...

Dance to a song, deep within your head,
This is a song, a tribute to the dead...

I'll tell you of my secret confessions,
Of all my lies and imperfections...

I feel strongly about this...Please, don't...

Go ahead baby, sell your soul to the girl next...
You said it yourself, hunny, you're not commercial...

I realize nothing's capatalized, but i like it...

And now I'm going to cut myself to sleep,
Make it slow and make it deep...

You will never know how I feel when I cut deep...
Nothing is harder than fighting for something you...

I wanted to kill the heartless man,
I wanted to rip his eyes out with my two hands...

My sweet rose,
You're lost, I see...