Rip myself to pieces
Just for you
For every little thing you put me through
Rip myself to pieces
Torn in two
Look what you made this broken angel do

Laughter echos forever in the black hole of my heart.

.:.One cut for yesterday.:.One cut for today.:.One cut for whatever else.:.To make the hurt go away.:.

I walk among my fellow men, only to be considered I'm far from one..

- Lame-O

There is no such thing as innocence. Only degrees of guilt.

Here I wonder what have granted me this special favour, power over the pain,
favour to avoid most pain, favour to be as I am, be as so strong as I am,
it hurts me because of the weak, it hurts but I'll survive because I am strong...

S l o w l y

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towards the

DEPTHS of

-_- -.-HELL-.- -_-

@..."Her story has eight legs to it,
And plenty of odd spins.
The black widow they call her.
Queen of a thousand sins."

A quote from my poem Black Widow..check it out if you'd like:)...@

In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats.

My nameless hero in life is a monster called Hope.