I sigh and put away my book,
I just can't help but cry...

Is the talent for writing a gift or a curse?
An eternity of writing just one more verse...

You washed the evil from my soul,
A filled it with pure light...

Bitter-sweet revenge,
Or killing yourself slowly...

Shush my baby,
Dont be scared...

Love the feel,
Feel the love...

I'm writing this to tell you,
What I think you ought to know...

Life is the beginning,
So death must be the end...

These perfect words,
I can't seem to find...

Shadowed in the light,
So pure; yet not so bright...

Torn to pieces,
For all to see...

Destruction is knocking at my door,
It's been there since the night before...