With holes of pain coving my soul,
It's hard to believe I have taken interest in one...

The emptiness of the dark jar,
An object of beauty and holds so many secrets...

Two kids loved each other
wanted to be with each other...

You know how everybody talks about how people see...
how when you die there is just this bright light...

When darkness falls, you run like hell,
Until the lightly place you fell...

Your running all around the world and you can't...
your mind is hunting you down...

Pain, it is one mans pleasure, and another mans...
While one would never wish on anyone, some think...

I wonder to myself, why are we here,
I look at the mirror for answers...