The Things You Do

The touch of your skin
The feel of your breath
The sing of your voice
The flow of your hair

The sparkle of your eyes
The shine of your face
The kiss of your lips
The carress of your fingers

The things you do
Send waves of emotion
Through my heart
Mind
And soul

The things you do

Crown of Thorns

I am running through the thorns of life.
They tear my flesh
But the pain is not enough.
I feel the pain but I cannot die.
She told me
It was because she was being nice...
Was she?



A fool I am for I cannot see
The light to save my soul
From the torment of the scorn God.
My suffering fuels the Hells
Whence I came but cannot return,
My darkenss cannot cease
Nor do I think I wish it to.



Take my life for me
And end it all.
Claim your victory
For the lost souls
Will carry me to that which I have earned.


My place in Hell I shall claim...
My solitude...
My throne...
My Crown of Thorns.