Moonlit roses line the path
the path of love, the path of wrath...

I choke on the words
that I wish I could say...

I wish "I love you"
could describe...

Remember when we used to pick
the apples off the tree...

Why do you do it?
throw your life away...

Does the drinking help
to numb all of your pain...

Something different
Not the same...

Why did he do it?
he said he would rule...

She gracefully pulls back again
pulling her teeth out of his flesh...

The flame of desire
burns in his eyes...

All my friends would tell me
how much he really cared...

Lilies lay
upon her bed...