Blood is thicker then water
but it's oil that keeps me going...

They say I'm not a girl but my heart loves the...
It aches and cries when your so far away...

Blood stained flowers look prettier in the...
Even if the dead bodies they grow from are...

My heart beats in lonely solitude
Waiting for your touch to ignite...

There's always a demon in the room
even with heaven surrounding me...

Sunbeams shine through pearl white panels
and the warmth rises in the room...

My poetry is nothing more then crumpled newspaper,
Words that are smudged beyond comprehension...

Acid rains from these black coloured clouds,
As children hide in their shacks...

Cartoon reruns of the distant past create
etched glass sculptures of enlightenment...

Gone
Is the...

Eerie memories
move though depression...

I become someone else the second you're here,
Escaping a moment that's suspended in space...