12 a.m. on IRC,
Your words fell gently like flowers across the...

Do you ever wonder why we do what we do?
What we MAKE ourselves go through...

When you say you miss me when you say you never...
what have you done to my mind...

I used to be the apple in your eyes,
Now I’m just the orange on your ground...

The crack of the cane,
resonates fear in her heart...

This is the solemn truth the one truth. This
is the life that was, none of that could-have-been...

Tonight we shall go to that house in the woods...