When the sky turns dark
and the angles fall apart...

Crimson angles and delicate wings
take me for a ride threw my mystical dreams...

Her hair perfectly placed
reaches the center of her...

I have found myself looking
threw the wrong end of the mirror...

Sweet young girl
no one to love...

My mind is blank
i don't know what to say...

He lived alone.
He had no real friends...

I had a few friends
whom i would sit around...

I'm going to tell you a story
of a women that wore only gray...

Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder...

I came in when you weren't home.
I ate your chocolate bar. The taste was sweet with...

My mother and I went threw many years of bumpy...
I even went so far as to move many miles away...