Plagued by the weep... Plagued by the weep...

Sun sets setting the stage Out comes the dancers The main man Mr. moon In bright of whitest gown Sun sets setting the stage Out comes the dancers The main man Mr. moon In bri...

Are hearts made of flesh ? Then why would no difference exist... Are hearts made of flesh ? Then why would no difference exist...

As i slowly melt into nothingness My soul escapes and fills the room With the pain scented fragran... As i slowly melt into nothingness My soul escapes and fills the room With the ...

On morning meet Day breaks night Oh joy that comes In the morning On morning meet Day breaks night Oh joy that comes In the morning

Death. He calls some men. But some men must ring him. They must beg him to call back. For them, d... Death. He calls some men. But some men must ring him. They must beg him to cal...

Why is it that I hold the pen, But you seem to write? Why is it that I hold the pen, But you seem to write?