Reality struck me down
And it hurt so bad...

Why Did i get out of bed at all
My blood flows from the cut on my wrist...

Dear Lord,
Our father, who art in heaven...

Reflection on my life is dark and gray
Tears, Sweat, Blood, are all symmetrical...

To My Dearist Love,
Its strange to think I have never seen you...

Moon so bright
Every night is all so fine...

Reminiscing, looking at the ripples in the stream.
I cry cause your only with me in my dreams...

This poem has a lot of everything hope you enjoy...
I sit here...

I have a mind encased in pains
I have a soul clad in armor...

The Razor is the last
That feels remotely real...

I am my own demon
My razor is my only friend...

Baby you were my angel
Now I severed your wings...