fifty percent carnage & fifty percent rose, / all monster!

you’re gone, nowhere, i can’t find you anywhere at all / but the pain should be gone with you, and the hardship should be gone…!

stories of a child’s past, autopsied broken glass / my aura shines at last.

your empty, wounded feelings, your dangerous thoughts——could you separate them for me? / your festering, rotten lump of lingering attachment——pitifully, so pitifully, pile it up.

i know this hurts, it was meant to.

in the summer silence, i was getting violent.

honeysuckle, she’s full of poison.

all alone in a black and white scene / the one and only candle queen.

i can’t shine to save my life, but i’ll feel through the dark without you.

while you’re eating your feet, i’m stealing your teeth / the things in my dreams wish they could chase me.

i’m in your head / i’m in your heart!

strike you from the light.

i beg for a tomorrow with a knit—together honor. my hands become sullied with hope.

after we hold hands and love one another, i’ll kill the dreams i could never fulfill.

are you happier now? with that blood in your mouth?

i want devil horns, i want to breathe in your rush / i want to leap when you want me to fly.

don’t worry. i’ll protect all of you when you turn to worthless, silent ashes.

someday, you’ll get what you gave / live by the sword, die the same.

i believe in the slow ride, so i / drag your heart through the sand and the snow.

when i lifted her urn / divinity says, “destiny can’t be earned or returned.”