Morbid thoughts of the dead
Laying motionless on the wet dirt ground...

Twisted Passion by
FInalgravedigger and Cursedlies...

Words and inner devils
These ears are held captive by harsh cruel words...

Not clear to the eye
they call it the unknown...

Filled with radiant light
and a tainted mind...

Life, love and lies
This long loneful life...

My passion and art
derives from my soul...

In the heaves
little angels talk alot...

Your cold hearted words
I gave her all my soul and heart...

My world
Trying with great might...

You believe in darkness
that there is only pain...

She shoots another guy
in her trash collection of cries...