I write letters to the dead because they are quiet and they listen.

I write letters to the dead because they like the night as much as I do.

I write letters to the dead because they never write back.

Bound I Am...
What can I do?
Unable to Roam Free...
Listening to the Maddening Despairs of Prelude...

Bringing Misfortune;
A Cursed Charm, I am...
Bad Luck to Spare;
Come Closer, You're ******.

Darkened Melodies
Of Evil Harmony,
If You come Near Me...
You'll lose your Symphony,

So Take Head!
And Leave Me Be!
Or *Forget and Lose...
Your Own *Identity...

where should I start and where I'm going to end someday ?

I've listen and said nothing
I've talked and said less
I've screamed and didn't cry..

Do it! Just ones define necessity? What do you need to be happy.. not more than people you love something to eat and a place to sleep! But just ones define necessity..

My red lipstick that i've put on just for you is fading..
My hair I did is getting massy..
That shirt you liked on me I've changed..
I'm waiting still on your comments to my lipstick to my hair to the shirt but no I'm waiting until the days past without you..