When your blood turns to ice
and your heart becomes stone...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

As the rain falls to her cheek
she dare not dream of sleep...

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

You say that you love me
that i am your everything...

This world is such an
ugly place...

Feel the anger
taste the death...

Tragic failure
fills the hearts...

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

I received no letter, no card, no friends
i answered no phone at twelve this morning...

To know that you are your own demise
to know the world is nothing but lies...

Little Sister,
do you know my name...