To sleep is to say you are content with the world you fell asleep to and do not fear what you will wake to. How then can I sleep...

You are perfect. You may tell me you have flaws but thats what perfects you.

I sit in my cage for endless hours doing nothing but thinking about the angel who took me to hell and smiled.

Most people would feel lust, physical infatuation. The urge to have a girl's pants instead of her heart. To treat them like toys, not like equals. I just cant do that.

When you fall of joy's edge, i'll extend a helping hand, i just dont understand why you chose to fall.

Is boredom the uncurable plague that will forever eat at my soul?

I'd count the seconds but that would require me thinking of something other than you.

Past friendships renewed by present problems that will keep us together for the future to come.

No word in the language of men can describe the joy you bring me.

A mind without guidance is forever condemed to a life of pain and solitude.