Black and white,
colorless lives...

I live underground,
beneath the soil I trod...

Where tears streak our cheeks,
we weep under our masks...

It started with a small chill in the air,
that cold bleak February day...

It’s almost 4 am,
the moon has disappeared...

Lying next to me is my companion,
My confidence after a bad dream...

Carving out my diary just for you
upon my arm so you know its true...

Angels confound. they find the perfect gesture at...
easily misled. unknowing of the evil in our...

Stuck in this nightmare again
crying like a dying wren...

In the dark,
On top of the pillows...

Macabre dreams of horror disguise
the fleeting beauty within your eyes...

Look for me in the ice palace,
Shimmering through the night...