sinister vibe I'm alive but just barelysinking in the mirejustice for the wicked my heart is pure but there is something missingscruples or conscienceputting my fingers on the vibration my soul pulsescolors exuded are not seen but feltdeep indigo...

frisky darkness the void speaks and I responduttering enchantments of deathgrey lies neither hot or coldto respective persons, love the voidfeel the tinkling of the musicnah, I'm not in your thrallseeking my own rhythm I step forwardseeing the sun...

risking it all in the pink sunshinemy blush talks to youin a low persuasive waya gentle growl says you're feeling mesomething I can feel in my tummyyou're pretty and I love thatbut you're also hard and that's what really...

it is with sadness I writeare you seeing metouch a feeling and get to know methe internal conflictweighing on me darkness and lightdepression and I don't talkmy thoughts grow darkwhen I think no one caresmy glaring faults all too...