You like the picture
that hangs on...

You like the picture
That hangs on...

You like the picture
That hangs on...

I can be your savior
I can be Your Martyr...

Pain is better
Than you...

Memories
Sliding...

*an old poem in my old, dead style*
Just to let you know...

The Sun is dim
Upon obscure landscapes...

Whispers rising
From torn lips...

My heart
Stops...

Tangled
And Lying...

Winter is the only one who dares hold you
Your skin and soul so cold...