Phathoms Worth Words

Watch Me Walk The Roads In Ravish-

In Lust And Dispare

Screaming Envy, Blasphemy, And Colors Too

To All Children, Students.. These Cost Me A Few

Fore All The World Screams For Thee-

Eat My Movements

Drink My Beauty..

Let Me Be

Fore Cuts Were Marked In My March Towards April-

I'd Face Military Slayers For Smiles Of You

If Only Time Were Person I Could Kill

I'd Turn Myself In For You-

...

But If I Can't Have Him

What More Reason Do I Have To Speak To You?

Steal My Dreams...

And Replace Them With Paper Cuts

'Cause Without Him, What Ever Time I Have Left Will Leave Me Soon-

Hints Of Hatred Come For Me...

Fore Cuts Were Marked In My Knees-

Dear God....

I Rather Not See Him Alone!

Axél C.