Death Before Lifelive to die and born to cry here for now yet don't know how how i got by, living this cold, dark lie and my head i'll bow and take this solemn vowDeath Before Life
to nolonger cower, nor sleep and turn sour and never frown, as the tears stream down and stain the flower that grow from my soul, a dark tower, making not a sound, as i go down, into the loveles ground
to seek refuge and peace, as tears continue with ease sustaining my sorrow, both today and tomorrow depression to never cease, from this organic crease but a hope for me to borrow, one last joy to swallow
the Grand Chandelierthe fixture lies in pieces as this story slowly ceases.the Grand Chandelier
where a gloomy auction leases, the doomed Opera House's creases
to profit from the articles of stardom and the possetions of a madman
The masked psycho that tormented this band the fugitive from hell, and a man among the damned
the twisted metal and shattered glass stained with blood and fears from the past
a window to the horror endured by the beautiful Christine and the terror that plagued the Opera never before seen.
a woman so beautiful that no girl could bout a man
No One Knowsif i could see you in a thousand places, your picture painted on a thousand faces,No One Knows
your skin the light in darkest spaces, lead me through the blackest cases,
to find me here crowded but alone, to hear your voice in its beautiful tone
to hold me close on loves cold stone, and rest me here in flesh and bone.
if i could kiss you in a thousand different ways, if i could miss you for ten times a thousand days,
would you remember me in the darkest of craze, would you care for me for over a million stays
or would you ponder a second chan
Blind God of WinterThe dark snake of truth slithers down my spine,Blind God of Winter
Eats away my flesh for my soul to bind.
Robs me of my joy, my heart, my time,
It tells me I’m lost, and every act a crime
On this night I cry and quiver, Of each passing moment, I shriek and shiver.
With earnest I seek the Blind God of Winter To rip away the sorrow, the pain, the splinter,
Of the dark, depraved truth that calls, As I scream with each tear that falls.
How I long to see things through his blind eyes, Yet never view the beauty of
Mistakes...What are the feelings I have inside? My tears can no longer hide... To him...I don’t want to say goodbye I lie to my friends and everyone around Telling them, my love for him is gone Secrets that I’ve hid...nights that I’ve cried Just wanting him by my side Holding his picture close to my heart Wishing him happiness on a falling star... Hoping to see him again To show him my love hasn’t end But I’d be wasting my time, he will never be mine... Its raining outside, raindrops pouring down I walk outside to clear my mind Tears streaming down my face... ThinkMistakes...
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A kiss from a friend means nothing more than that...But a kiss from the one you love means everything... By:~Deiji-Chan~
Cookies...YOU TOOK MY COOKIES!!! Give them back...
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"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet..."
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"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet..."
"if i could see you in a thousand places, your picture painted on a thousand faces,
would you give me the wings to soar, could you find a way to love this wretched whore?"
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