As life scrapes our souls up from the pavement of...
And entraps us in his cage of depression...

Felonious villain,
Lathered in blood...

Theres no-one out there,
No-one to please...

The end is nigh,
the task is done...

Elegant gloves
Of crimson red...

Hazy nights, fire warmed
Rain is tapping on the window...

Forgotten dreams,
Savage past...

I like to write poems,
Instead of throwing up...

The devil moved into my heart,
And the bastards pitched a tent...

Why cant you accept it?
You dont know me like I do...

Like a drug- you consume me,
Blanket my eyes...

A poem to my baby,
The one I long to hold...