I amount to nothing more,
Than the tiniest speck of dirt
on the floor.
You really don't care for me,
as I hope you never will.
You tell me these lies.
Expecting to slip on by.

I've never felt the need
to over analyze how I'm feeling.
But, now it greatly appeals.
Chills.
I have them all over.
Pulverize.
This immense feeling to want to die.
Cry.

Black Roses
With Red Blood As Their Dew.
The Darkest thoughts come from the brightest people
in a gray hue.
The Tears they cry, come through
they eyes of all they've seen and been through.

Dead, or Death
Who really cares
I'm here to share
My story with you
I want to die
Cry inside
Shove a dagger
through my heart
But still death, being dead, seems so far.
I want a car

Your heart, hand crafted from gods palms,
you should be gods right hand angel,
with the beauty you portray.
Even when times get gray, you made the best of your worst days.

"Caress and hold my body tight.
I wish it were like this everynight"
But, this you once told me was a lie.
You doubted the thought, and it took you by surprise.
I really did love you

What Does God have in store for me?
Faith the choices I make lie beneath his fingertips.
Although this journey I take is hard;
God will always give me some sort of break.

We care so much about money
But, honestly what's so great?
Was there ever a point in time where
we just shared, or gave a bit away?
Redefine the defintion of share
it should come out to barter

I love you
I love you
I love you the most
You know I'll always be waiting at that post
I'll always be waiting 'till that special day,
when I'm in your arms again, out of harms way.