I would cry a thousand tears for those whom I have...
But my worn tearducts are empty of water...

Today I'm caged - my wings are clipped,
In a prison of my own creation...

Lonely, silently he sits,
patient and still, he utters not a sound...

Gleam, gleam my toxic blade,
Reveal yourself from this Cliche...

Light another cigarette
And watch the sunlight flower...

Once upon a winter's day,
I came upon a book...

In darkness, you are still with me,
Filling every dream with care...

Forgiveness unto those
Upon dependence and cruelty...

Behind an innocent gaping mouth,
Lies a tunnel of despair...

Stare at my face, beauty's only skin deep
My eyes will not tell of the secrets i keep...

Do you know what it is to hate,
So much that your heart turns to thick, grey dust...

Fists are flying towards my face
But I must keep my cool...