Death tis my misstress.
Death tis my life.
Death is what I long for.
Death is what I cannot have.
Life inside my heart is fading.
As dull as the embers on my cigarette.
I smoke so maybe I shall perish sooner.
I drink so I may feel nothing.
Drunken honesty, had never been so valid.
Words slur. Thoughts blur.
But thy heart is loud. And speaks for the mind.
Poison silences the mind.
The heart.
And your lips.
No matter how loud you scream
Nobody cares to hear.
What any piece of you has to say.

I can't help to be honest.
But you mean the world to me.
And I can't help to lie.
But I love you too
Do I?
Don't I?
I'm not even sure.
I don't even believe myself lately.
Thou had my heart on a frozen pike.
Yours to keep. But you ripped it away. Piece by piece.
Served on a silver platter.

I sleep with desperate dreams, I sit in absolute darkness,
but I stand alone.
I smile in transient peace, I scream beyond the decibels,
but I weep alone.
I observe with stunning detail, I watch with the diseased world,
but I learn alone.
I wander into a sky full of stars, Along nature's beautiful walls,
but I walk alone.

In the break of dawn I yearn to be held. In the summer breeze I wish to be cared for. In the glowing moonlight..I want to be loved. My mind seemingly fading away, has never been so lucid. I am in awe of the thought of you. I am in shambles, knowing I cannot have you. Sweet summer nights have never been so cold. You are fading from my grasp. As I sink deeper and deeper into this dark abyss, you never leave my thoughts.
I don't know if I love you. I know, that I can't ever lose you.

I never knew what true happiness was until my lips met yours.
I never knew how high I could fly
Until you whispered my name.
Luna. Luna.
I never knew what sorrow could really be.
Until I lost you.
You left me in a haze. Left me gasping. Wanting anything I could hold onto.
I never knew what love could be.
Until I met you. Distance so far.
Yet our hearts so close.
Is this a dream?
Or are you my last nightmare?

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.