• Not for Human Consumption

    This Heart in pieces
    Shredded to the Core
    Even with all the Words said
    I want This no more

    This head filled with Ideas
    Never to Bloom
    The petals are Wilted
    In a Lonely room

    Need an Escape
    Here comes the Wraith
    Take me Home, dear
    Through an iron Gate

    These things I don't Understand
    Spinning into the Abyss
    Shattering into Splinters
    Lost Forever

    Fine Print across the back
    Little Letters
    A Warning
    Labels to the Name

    Not for Human Consumption