The curtain closes
As the act of death...

The act of life is
Truly gods miracle...

You keep asking if I'm ok
But if you could even relate...

I can always fill my vise
With a razor blade slice...

What if after all I've been through?
I am turning into a demon like that which I had...

I should be done
but not all of my bloods gone...

Broken mirrors
showing broken...

Dear Andrea,
So many wasted times...

Get up of my knees
stop the weakness...

The act of art form
Is the flow from...

This is for my dear friend Ash who has inspired me...
Sometimes we lose our way...

It's becoming worse, my life
Every tear I taste...