How Sad is sadness truely,..
...Even when truely you never get enough...

My Life is like Winter...Dead...

I'll Start Living, When My life begins...

Don't Linger on past thoughts...
...Bring meaning to your future...
And, Forget your pain...

Don't let life pass you by...
Pass it by...

I slight prick of the finger, draws one drop of our blood, each and every drop falls a new born child, each and every drop, yet another person dead, one last drop, to release our sins..to let us drift off..and start again.

Hate- Something we never shall rid of, it someday will consume us...we no longer will hide our hate, we will let it out,..for it has filled our hearts...and has unleashed it's terrible fire upon us...our flesh will burn...

Love can kill you, Inside and out...
Love will...Without doubt...
Love...a sweet surender...
to loose yourself...
for now...and forever...

Money- Killer of our souls, causing us to sacrifice the closest things to us...family,..Friends...they say it is power...I say it is our own infliction of our suffering...

My pen is screaming!!
it shouts out how I feel!!
It screams out the feelings!!
that I wish to become real...
the ink is like my blood...
shed along this page...
it keeps me intact...
it's filled with my rage!!