People lie
people die...

My feet scrape across the ground
making that sound that rubber soled sneakers make...

Walking along
through a throng...

Rage slaughtered the voice of reason
we sit planning revenge...

Lips blue with lack of oxygen
head going to explode...

You would not recognize my soul as me
for she is much more out spoken...

To breathe or not to breathe
i see what cant be seen...

Taste the sweet salt in the tears of agony
watch the reflecting moonlight as it gleams among...

The roses are dead
the violets are, too...

Her fingers against his skin
her icy breath against his cheek...

The hired help raised the blade
2 am, not bad...

Dark, Erie
unpleasant...