The world is hell
With pleasures few...

We will not run away from our fears...

Moon shinning above our heads,
Wash away my human dreads...

Slit your wrist
Drug overdose...

Romanticide is a word that can describe it all
it tells how all love can fall...

I hold a secret
A secret to big to tell...

We think we are in control
But really, are we...

Not before Thanksgiving, but not after new years...
Everyone was singing merily and acting gay...

A shine in the distance
A spark in the night...

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Slit my wrist...

If one word could describe me it would be...
Who knew my macabre horrors were realistic...

"Tonight the Dangerous Angels shall meet at...
Bella smiled, wondering the groups next crime...