I just found this on my hard drive.

V.R.

The days without the days with torment
I smell, and smell, and still smell your scent
I didn't see blood for a while
And decide whether it's now or never
I could make you mine forever
But now it's dripping from my smile

The sun is my moon

We cry and we crawl

For there comes the fog

To cover us all

What is it? I see that karma
What is it you see? Finally turned against thee

I'm not crazy.

He sees them too.

Now I don't have to be afraid anymore.

[PSYCHO ALERT]

Rosenrot.

Blood.

The words you can't express.

Do you believe that what you believe is really real?

Thank you! Thank you so much, master!

Some days are special days.

Human roadkill.

They used newspapers to cover his bleeding corpse.
It was all very surreal.

I'm so sorry I couldn't make a picture for you guys.