·#Livin' fast and dying young like a endless poetry, 

my motor-psycho nightmare freak out inside of me 

my soul salvation liberation on the drive,

the power of the blaster move me faster 1965.!

-Nay Zombie.-

~I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your light
But all of that was ripped apart... when you refused to fight.

#·Whisper·#

Let it –Rain- down on Me.

#D i e.

#R o t.

#B u r n~

#Child cries out for his mother,

mother's screaming in the fire,

·satan· points at me again

opens the door to push me in.#