I am drunk, I am sober.
Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over.
Don't bother trying to censor me, or shut me up, because it won't work. 

I am cold and distant, yet warm and close to those who deserve to see that side of

me, part of me - the heart of me. You find me so hard to understand in your world,

the world you perceive to be so normal. I am deformed, scorned, reborn. I am me and

I know exactly who I am, what I am and the wrath that I bring. The ugly beauty,

the lying truth, the virgin whore, the quiet storm. A lover, a fighter,

a saint, a sinner, a sister, a daughter old school - a beginner.

I have decorated myself with love, hate, truth. 

More than one of you fucker.

My Ruin