He is love he i shall never lose.
He is life, i tell you...

Why live when your sad?
Sad=BAD...

Into my locker and read from my lips,
I knew from the moment i saw it who's words...

A golden coal hair.
People all stop and stair...

Dressed in sorrow
Words not followed...

Blood, Oh sweet blood...
Flowing smoothly through veins of ice...

Let me be your river,
My I never die...

A safe haven,
Protected by the raven...

What to do?
What to say...

You are my reader...
and I'll be your Poet...