On me eighteenth birthday
id the day of thy ritual...

Every three years an
ancient ritual takes place here...

Ever since I have met you
you have been so sweet and beautiful...

I sit here with
these dozen roses thinking...

Here I sit and cry
just because I have...

I sit here losing,
losing everything which doesn't feel right...

I maybe leaving but there,
there are many things that you should know...

It is finally time for
me to become something...

Gabriel the teddy bear was,
was handmade by my Love...

My mind remembers, remembers so much. It is...

If one of my buds
came up to me and asked...

Here I am in Hells grasp.
But how long will it last...