Love is not, and love will never be
The Mountain tips that touch the sky
But, yes it is the sorrowful night I brought to thee
An iridescent high

To worship is not to love
But I know of nothing more
Waiting for the chance at the veiled cove
Knock three times on wood-less door

But why does the moon long for the sun?
Still waiting, still wishing, even after the breaking of dawn.
The moon continues to chase, in the never ending run.
In eclipses she shatters, in eclipses he yawns.

The foolishness of love, the gentleness of pain
Something I will never trade, **the darkest stain.

i always feel this constant need to be relevant,
to have people noticing me
or talking about me,
i want to be on everyone's mind
and, when i'm not, i feel like
i'm going to fall off
the face of the earth
with no one to pick me up
when i'm broken and bruised,
no one to care
because i'm not relevant enough
to be known,

it's this sinking feeling in my stomach
that makes me feel like i'm not good enough,
that people don't actually like me,
so i fall into these moods
where i feel as if i annoy everyone
and i know i shouldn't be clingy,
and i hate myself for it every second,

but i can't help that i feel so alone in this world
that i need the attention of others,
to feel alive again,
to see color in my own black and white world

Call me drunk,
But im stumbling sober.
Call me mad,
But ive allways been alone.
In the end I'll  be dead  by late october,
I hope my soul wanders  far from home