Long after I'm gone and my name only remains in the vaults of those who knew me for who I was...

She replied: "When I'm with you, my world becomes more beautiful. That's why I chose you".

Why does the taste of hell grow best on the fields of best intentions?

For there have been days when Lazarus won't come forth. When the tomb in which he lies is just too strong. When Jesus will weep all he wants but his hands will stay nailed to the cross.

My depression gave me a scar. In a place I can't disguise. That scar is my smile.

When the protector turned predator and those he claimed to love became the victims of his wrath.

The cup given to you is never fair. Sometimes it holds water, smetimes it holds tears. Somedays it will burn your belly, somedays it will taste like honey.

If the bills ain't quitting, my hustle keeps increasing

It hurt like hell. To build these walls, lock the door amd watch her walk away with tears dripping down my doorway.

The masterpiece is not the artist most inspired piece. The masterpiece is art in which we see our deepest scars and unsaid heart desires.