I'm falling away from everything beautiful and all that is wonderful and good.

All hell fire exists where my heart used to be, and the heat is threaded through my veins.

Every touch is exquisit pain, I cry- and laugh in madness.

Burn, burn everything beautiful.

Take every opposition and fight to the death, I will rise up, if for nothing else than to fuck some shit up.

Nothing is beautiful anymore. I am lost to the concept. I am lost- mind, body, and soul.

Behind these seemingly placid eyes, I am screaming; I'm caught in the fires of your hell.

Stretch a single electric note through my being untill it turns into the crack of nearby thunder...

   and you might hear my soul breaking under the pressure.

Burn, burn everything beautiful.

Burn, burn all that is left of me.

Every path now leads in the wrong direction. Every where I turn there is something to remind me of you and I can't take it.

I didn't give you my heart so you could break it.

Nothing is beautiful, and I'm crazy crazy...





I thought love was beautiful, and it IS... in a very... very... disturbing way.

Love is beautiful like fire... dangerous... and painfully beautiful.