some call me a devil, some call me a saint, i knock on the doors of those who are faint, i drift from shadow to shadow and darkness is my alli - i am the master of your darkest dreams

Just like Adam Lazarra, there's no point to cutting you down, because the truth is, that I could slit your throat, and with your one last dying breath, you'd apologize for bleeding on my shirt.

Count your steps to the shadows ahead, these years your secrets it will take to see your hidden lit.

~Tears drip upon my eyes..
Then mercy comes within~

Never look in my eyes without wanting to find what you are truly afraid to see, TRUTH & HONESTY!

He looked at her, laying in the coffin, and the hardest thing was, seeing his name carved in her arm

"Le morte ev moi.."
*the death of me*

Bearing the burden,stopping the sound
Muting the cuts, so the blood drips down

Save your tears,
I'll cry my own
-JTP

A tiskit a takset
I'm lying in my casket