you shine bright like the blood mood

your touch is colder than death

but it keeps me warm on the inside


because my life is always cold and blue....

when you are around...you make my days a little bit better....



I walk a fine line inside this darkness

always barefooted walking on this path made of charcoal ..

walking along the edge

burning churning into the ashes which is something I am not

don't you see

I am not the Phoenix that rises from the ashes

I am nothing without you....

I am not myself just a form of myself when I was a...