Many times in life, people describe you in several ways. Sometimes bad, sometimes nice. But words won't make a difference, if you know who you really are.

They ask why I write such depressing poems. I say...it's what keeps me alive, that's how I survive

I created a wall to keep out sadness, but unknown to me, it kept out happiness too

Inside this temple is the remains of humanity
For gone is the thoughts of love
And gone is the wishes of happiness

Seek my friendship and you shall gain my protection, seek to by my enemy, then face my wrath

There are times when we shall seek love; but there are also times in which we must let love come to us

It's not the darkness that scares me now, it is the demon which now lives in me
the pain and suffering I have bestowed
on the evil world of greed

Disguise the pain inside, disguise your broken soul, in the end all is gone, and all the love is dead

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

In a world of tears
In a world of Fears
In darkness we still share