Falling feels like flying....until you hit the...
And everything is beautiful...until you look...

They say do not weep,
do not cry...

Burn into flames, cut into pieces
scares from the pain of emotional cuts...

Loosing it all again...

Shaking my head,
this just has to die...

Oh, set thy on the stage,
For this Passion play...

Rain gathers together
to form the perfect puddle...

The soft and delicate skin on skin feeling
is long gone and often remembered as a dream...

Hark! What angels do sing?
for when bells do ring...

There is someone special out there
who seemed to come out of thin air...

Scratched into the surface...

Let’s call it a devil, a spirit, a human
Hell can take many different forms...