Night calls in echo to it's childeren,
A song thats forver sung.
Evil is in the eye of the beholder,
What's wrong for one may be good to some.
We are all born with natureal habbits,
We know what we must do.
Although it may take awhile to hatch this,
The idea of your intensions is in you.

Life, love, pain.
The lessons we learn are our gain.
In the end the only who suffer
Are the ones who remain,
Here on earth they will rest
Never learning that wich is best.
The fact that we are more then physical shells.
What comes next lies within ourselves.
...

Hand in hand,

misery walked with me.

I searched and searched,

but could not find D3.

Four hours I looked,

five bus tokens I spent.

Everywhere was sold out,

so across the city I went.

"You should have reserved a copy."

Store clerks all pointed out.

"Fuck you kid!" and more,

I stole the colours from the artist’s den

To paint a picture, of our friendship my friend

Honesty and humour, companionship and strength

are amongst a few of what I wanted to paint.

I painted through the summers’ breeze

Frosty winters, autumn and spring

A picture so dear, I’ll paint through my years

Sun in the expanse

Girl on the bike

Its a squeeze 

Sun in the eyes

Girl on the lip

of the seat

beer cold in plastic

promise.

Parched white paper
Was anything ever written there?
Oh yes, oh yes the sweetness of life
With honey, nectar and spice.

The curious little butterfly dropped by
Just to have a sip or two
Drew in some nectar, then more and more
A strange seduction that she never knew before.

Everyday with this sadness.

On the edge of certain madness.

Malevolent whispers in the dark.

Twisted thoughts have left their mark.

Other people, whom I can't relate.

Have left me in a contorted state.

The days end as the Sun begins to fall.

Personal demons grow upon the wall.

My love for you is unconditional,
My love for you will never stop,
But I'm so confused,
I don't know where to start.

You took your love away,
And left me with nothing,
So, I'm left here so empty,
Full of doubt and confusion.

I don't know how this could happen,
I'm dying deep within.
Why do you keep on doing it?
It's killing more than my skin.

I'm doubting that you care,
Frankly, I don't care if YOU fall.
But I don't want the only thing left of me,
To be a stupid picture on the wall.

Everything was perfect,
I was in a blissful peace.
But then you took me outside,
For a heartbroken release.

How I feel is not important,
At least, not to me.
I want to know how you feel,
I wasn't crying as hard as thee.

Are they true?
Are they lies?
Who knows for sure?
But you have to decide.

When you first find out,
It's such a surprise.
Tell "them" how you feel,
And don't compromise.