I love the feeling of the knife,
as it glides through my skin...

The spring has come,
bewilderment near...

I love you dearly,
I tell him so sweet...

August 10th 2007
Lina I love you...

She skipped down the dirt road,
with her backpack in one hand...

I feel so hurt and used
theres no one I can trust...

The grout spread throughout me,
the walls they speak...

I love you tomorrow,
I love you tonight...

You tangle me with your eyes,
deeper and deeper...

You used to love me,
we used to be friends...

The red light twinkles,
about to break free...

The feeling of death,
lingers in the midst...