But wait... What's this?
A journal entry?.. Artwork?..
SHE LIVES?!?
Oh no...
You suddenly feel compelled to check my gallery, don't you..
Poor, poor thing..
Don't worry..
It's happened to everyone that's come here..


Song For YouSweet candy-colored dew Coating leaves- A taste of you Lingering upon my lips that glisten Parted, waiting stillSong For You
Dreamer Yes, that's what they call me And that's fine cause dreams are you I'll keep on dreaming Hold me closer I'm your dream too
Pomegranate The seeds of life stain your lips Oh sweet surrender Paint my senses with seduction Promises of love, forever, you
Dreamer Yes, that's what they call me And that's fine cause dreams are you I'll keep on dreaming Hold me closer I'm your dream too


ArtistYou stand The ocean by your side as you cry Brown eyes change Reflected green in the night You scream, "Help me" You need someone to come hold you tightArtist
Beautiful girl Wonderful girl Is this the price of paradise? Should you pay loneliness as your fee? No, no no
Take a brush And paint your way out of this world


WD-40 and Duct TapeIf you listen, you'll hear it The sound of muscle tearing It's only my heart breakingWD-40 and Duct Tape
As you lay there Unknowing Uncaring.. Where are you, while you yell? While you give me a blank face and demand freedom Do you truly see me?
Calming words, a soothing rhythm A song that was sung to me long ago Lulls your heart into false contentment While your drug induced slumber drifts on Do you hear it?.. To think such a thing is a comfort But only to me
I long to know the truth As I watch you fade before my eyes I can only pray


Dance Of The AcolyteWe sing alone To the woman who never even knew us, And to the man who did, but chose silence. We sing alone To the child who smiles and claps his hands And to the infant who feeds the fire In a miserable hunger-cry.Dance Of The Acolyte
My thirteen love-objects and I Writhe alone inside this body, Pale to death in comparison To the 'greater' good.
My thirteen hollow hopes and I Twirl alone in bloodless fury Painted white in a harlequin's attire, Smiling for the crowd.
We dance alone To the tune of strings we never even played, And to the melo


RealLie with you under skies that violate Everything we thought was true And everything we thought we knew -Real
Who's to say we're not alright? Who's to claim our rightful place?
Close our eyes and dare to smile, The three of us immune to words. Sprawled out on multifaceted dreams, Who's to say we're not just kids? Who can blame us now?
If everything is real inside of us, The pain, the torment, even love, Then is this real too? Are we really here, In passive liberation?
If everything is real inside our hearts, The tragedy, the hidden


Valentine IISing a song of irresponsive tenderness And misunderstood humor Dedicated to an angel with bionic eyes. Break a path to what would normally be, Under human circumstances, Unattainable, Unimaginable, Undeniable. Set yourself aflame! Write a frolicsome soliloquyValentine II
In place of what was mine, And take another square of colored paper. Though the day is gone and the winter lies Deep within the shadow of a maze, Panic sings and hearts still heave Waiting for tomorrow. Sing a song of destitute despair For the one you longed to know. Sing a song o
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i don't believe friends are the people you like best their merely the people that got there first
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