Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed.Clangoring out words that can never be forgot.Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues.Caring not of the unsaintly bell they have rung.Oh, bitter hearts of selfish minds You know not the poison you leave behind.

We too, like trees can shake off our dead leaves and begin again.

Numb to the words you have left heavy on my skin. Dipped with malice and edged with regret, it's within these shadows you have sanctioned my death. And how naive to once think us equal pillars, when really you were my soul killer. No noble knight, no sheltered haven. Just another devil casting mayhem.

To him,she was like a flowerthat bloomed in the snow.Thriving under conditionsin which nothing could grow.To some,she was a weedborn benighted.But in his eyes, she was a wildflowerwith a soul ignited.