For those who wander
in the dark of Night...

No three words truer,
no three words more trite...

All for you,
dear bloody Valentine...

Give me words of beauty
grant me now your precious lies...

Do you miss me?
My smile...

My fallen Angel,
With broken wings...

Is this love I feel-
Or simply lust...

I remember
The very first time...

Seven years old
Is a bad time to have to grow up...