Music is my world,
keeping me sane until then...

Art in formation,
is emotion to my eyes...

Ketchup in a can,
blood pours down an open wound...

Its when their heart races,with one touch from...
Its when they aren't around and your world is so...

Our souls collide
put the past aside...

This is a Womans Stipulation
all females say this without hesitation...

Its one of those days where i don't want to leave...
but i feel trapped and claustrophobic in it...

Its killing time
yes its that time again...

Kiss my eyes
and bring your secrets to me...

I see no end to this black fading wind
the shadows of the storm are broken...

If i could write a poem
it'd be of the darkness...

Don't want to let go of us
but somehow i know i have to...