March 16th 9.28pm

Inhale the stupidity, exhale the responsibilities.

She who cried, is she who died. Mourn her not and care forgot. She is broken beyond repair. Nothing left but unending despair. See her dreams, torn at the seams. Till the morn wake, she is left to take.

The stars are brighter than the gems in measure
The moon is lighter than the silver in treasure

We're all demons inside,
Just waiting to be angel-fied