You can never truly Capture the beauty of ever-changing nature, and that tortures me inside.

You can never truly capture the beauty of an ever-changing sunset.

Point me in a direction and I will walk push me in a direction and I will stumble

A petal of love
A drop of blood
A thorn of hate
A rose of revenge

I sit here wondering, what life really is, what if there was no life, would I still be wondering?

I'm only one person in this black parade,yet without me,it wouldn't be so dark

Some things we are not meant to understand
as soon as we stop trying to understand those things, we understand them

Looking, always looking, there is no end, there is always something that we can't have to satisfy are greed.

You so pure and holy with your sense of power, am I to bleed myself dry to give you your delight?