Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

This is how we all must

Shriveled roses from a mourning friend

Broken hearts so quickly mend..

Time

The clock upon the wall

It conquers us all

Created in the image of a God that we abhore

Am I the only one who hears the knocking on the door?

I swear I am not paranoid, I only want to face

Death and pain and misery, I only want a taste

You say what I do is unnatural, death is for the weak

Is it because you’re afraid I might find what I seek?

Calling all

Those who fall

The angels who can guide me hence

Calling all

Broken dolls

Mend you for another chance

At Time.

All lovers do, all lovers must

Consign to thee and turn to dust

Almost there

I feel you haunting just on the edge of vision, of feeling, of hope

Are you what I want? Are you the truth I search for?

Pain, love, hate..such vague ideas, made for a vague world

Trembling turn the page again, shivering ice cold beauty

You feel cold.