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

All I ever wanted from life was death
All I ever wanted from death was peace...

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

Through the future i must look
from the past the life I took...

This is dedicated to my wife who without I would...
How many ways can I say I love you...

Love in this life
Keeps on pulling...

For Christmas
I always wanted gifts...

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

I find myself at
A lost for words...

Life call us to a beckoned call
Yet the demons make us fall...

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

Presence of mind and will of self
are the things i shelf...