The moment that knife touches your skin, and bloodshed penetrates your skin, your tainted for life with deaths hands.

We live to die so we can suffer through pain and retribution.

Ignorance is not only bliss, but a virtue.

We were enemies since the start, and our rivalry grew into something more, because love and hate collided, and we were more passionate, hating each other.

Bitter hatred is tainted love, infected bliss becomes a wound and cut.

Little miss perfect was flawless as she seemed, though one day she was found, in her room with scars that will forever be engraved.

Roses are red,
That statement is prude,
I can't keep my mind off you,
Because your just too darn cute!

He asks me why I cry so much, and I tell him it is because I pity him

They ask me why I'm so faithless, and discriminate my thoughts, they say that I'm in my realm of insanity, because I dont believe in god...

"You dont need something, you want something, and what you need is me wanting you."