I've spent my childhood being dishonest,
Now- I'm grown and being really honest...

Walking with my partner, hoods up,
Masks on and gun in our hands...

In a room by myself,
Pictures of me on a shelf, I want...

It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind...

Unhappiness,
It is negative...

I walk trying to met the end,
It's never ending as though it seems...

A path so frightful,
Preyed upon by sickened Angels...

His voice has grown to be more and more unheard,
The phrases haven't been effortly made to me...

Fifty thousand tears that I have cried for you,
And you don't even appreciate a single one...

A place where one can go and never return,
Would be the icing to my chocolate cake...

When I'm lonely,
I walk outside...

Finished for the day
Shower; inhale; nose wrinkles...