What would you change
The world ends tonight...

Mortal wounds are of flesh
Divine wounds are of the heart...

Laugh out loud
And in your face...

Blood drip
Sweat stink...

Pedal to the floor
Rubber to the dirt...

Can you feel the mist on your fingertips?
Can you feel the fog in the air...

Uhm i don't know
Pet's aren't animals too...

And we'll start poems mid stanza
We'll play musical chairs...

Teary eyes and lullabies
A slash on these two wrists...

Tears in her eyes
As she said our could byes...

Little poems are more then they're worth
Three words can heal, Three words can hurt...

When you feel the fire
Of hot tears rolling down your cheeks...