The rose in the picture looks dull and faded, and I try, To save the running colors but they bleed easy at the creases, And the seams wrapped around me, your ar...

Why can't I follow Your last three Foot steps? Into the midnight And out of my life? So lets bow out gracefully and try to save our dignity, Harsh words wont d...

She dying to be something more Than pretty eye without a name Looking past the pages This stories not for you When lying turns to sickness Splitting friends to...

I see your eyes burning with passion Tracing lines of quite silhouettes In the failing light you fail to focus Try to disappear Following footsteps to the begin...