Elegant and beautiful
In her dress...

This isnt a poem actually, its a story im writing...
He was always an outcast, but not by choice. A...

I've heard your cry
And I've thought it through...

Then onto the lake
Without a doubt...

I'll let you take my soul away
If just once you'll give me this...

I'm just a remnant
A disease and infection...

I can hear the tick tick tock
of the grandfather clock...

When i look in the mirror
all i see is a shell...

I hear your crys
i hear them well...

Lying in bed of nails
With a pillow made of barbed wire...

A nothing in relation to infinity
we are man...

Bring out your brutal side
quench your thirst for homocide...