Explanitory Version of pt. I
Somehow lost within...

Point form edition
Evil...

My knife snuggles deep within my bleeding wrists,
Crush my face...

Jars full of suicide,
Fall from the dark of the sky...

All of them my angels,
Who guide me with their words...

I feel so charming in the end,
Everyone told me to begin...

I knew we were lost together,
Inside of a place...

God, of gods,
Hear my cry...

I'm branded with your fear,
Bruised from all your tears...

My hatred releases so much fear,
If only you could taste...

What is poetry,
A story, A fantasy...

In that alley,
He found Jesus...