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


Winter BlossomThe photograph I caught that day - It wasn't meant to be a perfect shot Of you, and how you walked on mine fields Waiting to be slaughtered. "It just turned out that way." That's what you told me.Winter Blossom
The ever-tragic look on your face In the winters that kill your blossom Stays with me all year this time, And I force a smile again. Your voice still ringing in my ears, I stand alone.
Winter is here again,
And your favorite flower dies before your gravestone. Winter is cruel and cold And the warm winds cease to blow.
With your harde


HellenoidI am Your little soldier, Self-sufficient daughter sweet and pure. Proud and unrevealing, Imitation of the feeling lost. I amHellenoid
Your beautiful accident.
I am Your little fighter, Autophobic pervert, well subdued. Wise and unambitious, Imitation of the feeling lost. I am Your glittering mishap.
And I see you in the window Writing countless songs about me in your mind, Stealing my reflection, Stamping it onto all your memories. I have nothing to say to you, My weightless anchor so secure. I am perfect on my own. &
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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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