Love isn't that bad,
Someone treating U that way is sad...

I feel so dead,
Blood flows deep and red...

Drawing is poetry,
Poetry is art...

She creeps so slowly,
Steps steep so lowly...

My friends mean the world to me,
They're the only people that make me happy...

They are tired of all the lies
Tired of every time she cries...

I am dieing,
Blood spills out...

Water sprays,
Lazy days...

The sun rise,
A dog cries...

Heavens,
Dreams like no others...

My heart is cold as ice,
The grey is here to stay...

There is a death omen
Forty or so bow men...