The devil is not a man but a fragment, Delicately placed in each of our souls.

I hate everything about this poem becuase i meant every word

One of many love letters i won't show you...

I hope wednesday never comes

Love is an Illusion

you and I are much alike

You are my greatest muse, you inspire my will's and wants

I'll voice yer pain even when you can no longer cry

your my motivation

Ill burn this world and carve us a way out, just you and me