One cut is all need,
No matter how much I beg and plead.
My life can be simple, oh so very simple...
If you just let me go. I can pop just like a pimple.
Everything is wrong and no body cares,
Oh what I would give to have that one person who shares.

Where bliss is a sanctuary of joy sated with hope. An abyss of love is logic clouded and elation founded with bricks of peace.

Sometimes I feel like the ground would be more comforting,
But is it true that Things aren't so bad? Pleases tell me I'm right.
It's stupid to think that believe me I know.
But sometimes I have to wonder that things can better.

The light at the end of misery the one with whom we can make history. Renew the flames of love from ashes of sorrow as the shadows of horror slide to the corner.

Consumed by darkness,
Fueled by hate,
Lone is no where in sight.
Am I just a walking horror story or am I just a very bad
Pessimist?