I'll never forget that moment, forever it will...
19 August, 1995: young and cheerful, you entered...

She sat peacefully in her old rocking chair,
Staring deeply into her son's blue eyes...

I could grab my wings and fly away;
Wake myself up to a brand new day...

Two years ago last Friday, he took to that...
And announced that he was going to paint...

I've never really been the kind
Of person to be so naive...

Today I died a little bit more,
As everybody does each day...

Out of sight, out of mind;
You were the sin that ruled my life...

A pen and some old scrap paper;
Two of the simplest things...

Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
How many people will die this time...

Six 8-year-old children look on in despair,
As one of their friends lies naked and bare...

My gothic heart, why do you cry?
Dripping blood, as dark as your fears...

A sculptors' eyes roam the delicate body
Placed right in front of him...