Hands stained red with blood
reaching out touching
only spreading more
Trying to take the pain away
He tries to hold on
only killing more
His fight to live
killing the only thing he ever
truly cared about.
The monster I have become
is the monster you can't see...
...I have failed you

The Razer,
It calls to me,
It tells me its my friend.
I want to believe it

Why do I wish
....
I was
....
dead
....

How many times will I sit here...
...and watch my dreams...
...turn to ash

Before I blow away too

Paradise with out you
Is
Paradise lost