A birthday is just a celebration, shared with hundreds if not thousands, but a funeral, a funeral is a day about you and you alone.

A coffin can hide your cold, dead body,
6 feet of dirt can hide the smell of decaying flesh,
And a tomb stone can hide how horrible you really were.

A life spent wishing for more is a life spent hating what you’ve got…

Hating your life is hating every-one in it

A life of sin, is a life of fun

Mask's only hide your face, not your personality...

Our World…
A world of war,
A world of death,
A world of bleeding,
A world of screaming,
A world of torment,
A world to forget

Do I have to bleed?
For someone to help me
Do I have to bruise?
To find my escape
Do I have to die?
To be recognized

Imagination slowly disappears as our world grows.

Our intelligence dies, as we have computers to think for us.