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

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

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

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

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

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

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