Dear Death...
Of you, I'm not afraid...

In the midst of the battle,
I find you, so lost...

Never wished to let you go,
it seems I have no choice...

From my other account, but it's messed up there...
All the people on TV...

There's no way out
(there's no way in...

Walking down a beaten road
no sign to say which one...

Debbie looked inside the house
and made sure that no one was home...

My
Bones crack...

Sick. Aware there is no cure
and every second I hurt more...

Such a petal drift away
from where the flower itself lay...

Withering sentiment.
Beauty that fades...

Will i be saved from depths i never thought i'd...
will anybody hear my cries or will they shun them...