You shout,
you spit...

I need some help,
I have writers block...

Our Joe wants to know if your Joe will lend our...

Its all an act,
every word, every line...

All food was poison to me,
but i had to eat up my dinner like the good girl i...

Never before had he seen such beauty,
as she lay there before him cold and pale...

The icy fingerprints on the door handle,
the cold, pale face in the mirror...

I was in school, laughing and joking,
When you left, the 2nd of April 07...

A punch to left of me,
a kick to the right...

Sins run thick through my veins,
my personality lost in a sea of depression...

The destruction of The Black Pearl,
My father was to blame...

The tiny little cot with flowers on,
the nursery kitted out in pink...