Velvet roses that aren't tended near,
leaves will wither while no eyes shed a tear.
As the boy who is Romeo
takes his heart and throws it fro.

Where will it go?

I'm on a mission,
though you have no decision.
So find another way,
before you get f@#ked up.

I'm fed up lies,
they're just another disguise
for those $#!+heads
that are knocked up on dope.

Somedays he walks right out the door,
riding people's nerves before sunrise.
Explicit chanting, drunken ranting.
Here comes the police, oh what a surprise.

So God forbid
all this simple $#!+.

I sit on the streets,
pondering every thing I see.
But see only one thing,
a life that means nothing to me.
I'm fed up with your sympathy,
I don't need no empathy.
Go on, tell your friends.

Dear Mom and Dad,
how've you been
in the world
filled with sin?

You can't say much?
Neither can I.
Love You bunch,
til I die.

So what is this?
What do I say?
A letter in the mail,

Darkness, it reigns over the beautiful skies.
Angels keep falling and everyone dies.
Reaping every soul that lay around.
Keep listening to screaming, the only sound.

Clouds turn blood red,

One quality I share with everyone around,
that one day death will come crawling without making a sound.
Inch by inch, day by day.
Death, my virtue, death be it may.

One man stands by a tombstone, weeping in sorrow.
His once beautiful love now gone, leaving his heart hollow.
Wretched be his struggles throughout his life.

You have stolen mine sorrows, mine struggles, and mine tears.
You have left nothing but happiness, and have shattered mine fears.

Rapid were the waters of mine life still young.
Fear surging left and surging right before life's battle begun.
Knowing not of what to do as my life went astray,

Dear goddess of the night who owns mine heart,
I seemed to have offered it straight from the start.
Dear goddess divine who owns mine eyes,
blind is my search for your beauty in the skies.

I had a dream, though not much to be seen.
The burial of my love, not an enticing scene.
For six feet under, mine soul is encased.
A coffin for two souls, my body outside be a waste.

Fear was a warlord that burned my happiness, my town.
Though one warrior still stood, you with a sword in a warrior's gown.
Bearing no injury, no harm, stood tall with pride,