It began as simply as nature v. nurture, the...
the Fly and the sylvan. One world as distant as...

There is some kind of hidden grace
that hides behind the face of depression...

Poison in the wine
fresh blood on hands...

Beautiful lilies break at the touch.
Frozen over by ice and wind...

The rocks at the bottom break into my back
it's been so long since I've felt...

Is life really all that great?
or just forgotten pain we obliterate...

Kill me again
softer this time...

Some call him a sinner,
some call him a saint...

Promise
we'll meet again...

Tears cover my heart
tomorrow won't be a new start...

There are some things that, at a certain time,
you don't consider significant enough to remember...

A gaping wound, torrent of blood
spilling out the purest regret...