The sun rises, sets, rises, brings to life a new...
My heart beats, my veins sing, created to run...

Of hope and irony.
This midnight sun brings no solace to my aching...

Cry you tears of mournful disgrace,
cry you tears, mother I have fallen from grace...

All i ever wanted, was an answer to my prayers...
My skin has turned a pearly white my, my eyes look...

A bullet for pretty boy, how appropriate, that...
The white dove didn't fall into your hands for you...

Forgive me, your a joke.
I Woke again to a perpetual dream...

Heart.
Current mood: ashamed...

Peeling petals
Current mood: artistic...

Walking in flames.
Exiled from existence...

One.
I dream most often with my eyes open...

The darkest of nights, are the times of light;
I find in my soul a flickering fire...

He sits with a pen in his fist
staring at the paper...