Hundreds are missing
thousands have lost their home...

Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...

I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...

Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...

Springs blossoms sadly
little Angels have reached the sky...

I've been waiting
patiently sitting back...

When using red on my canvas
why would you asume I'm angry...

We are living in a time
sociopaths are dangeriously growing...

Two hands covered in multi paint
sliding around the edges...

Strength is a reflection of her eyes
a fighter on the battlefield...

We are living in a dark world
with the master of destruction controlling the...

His name is Satan
feeding of goodhearted souls...