On that lovely day, I tiptoed into a cobbled courtyard of death

The air was fresh and heavy with scents of hog-tied fear

My darling friends struggled to get free: Mary, Susan, and dear Annabel Lee

Among the tombstones I strode and, past the drear, wasted lives were what I saw so clear

Suddenly, putrid hands reached from beneath and began to sporadically spasm

They gripped my sweet friends by the neck, dragging them into an unearthly phantasm

On that lovely day, I tiptoed back from a cobbled courtyard of death

For my pretty little friends had just surrendered their last mortal breath

Sliver pens,
Dancing like figures,
Or shadows,
In the dim light of a sunset,
Coursing across his skin,
He muttered cursed words,
Under his breath,
As a dragons roar,
Soft,
Yet cold,
Like Winter's night,
Or a cool breeze,
Blowing leaves from the trees,
Onto the ground,
The silver pens,
Soon turn red,
As the paint,
As called blood,
Flowed from his canvas,
His wrist,
The burning sensation,
The feeling,
Of being dead

Vanilla is sweet like the day we met
Everything was perfect
Until you made me upset
Why'd you have to say goodbye
All I'll ever know is your lying lips and eyes that never met mine
I should've seen the signs
It would have saved my heart that you tore apart

Waves crashing, upon my heart,
All I've come to know, was ripped apart,
My clean arms, have bleeding scars,
My thoughts, have been butchered,
Emotions never ending, bottled up inside,
The screams you never hear, the ones I always hide,
In this lonesome room, yet another,
Suicide.

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.