Its raining in the graveyard
the scar upon her throat
it slowly starts to tingle
as Satan starts to gloat...

new poem "Its raining in the graveyard" id love comments please thay'll always be returned ^^
thanks xxx

Ill never make a difference, im responsible for this horror.

Dont think you can breath just beacuse this mask is on your face.

Sorry not mine but i like it =]

With A Gun In My Hand&My Head In The Sand.

Only When The Last Tree Has Died, && The Last River Been Poisoned, && The Last Fish Been Caught, Will We Realise That We Cannot Eat Money...

I Know You Never Loved Me Or That You Possibly Ever Could....So Why Did You Break My Hart Telling Me That You Did ?

Lets commit
the most perfect crime
ill steal your hart
and you steal mine

One boy...
one girl...
two harts....
their world...

&& the truth is, you could {{rip}} out my heart,

throw it on the [[floor]] stamp on it...

x&&xi'd still smile...

because you [[touched]] me

{ x Anyone x } can make you smile and anyone can make you {x cry x }

but it takes someone { x special x}

to make you { x smile x } when you already have { x tears x } in your eyes.