In The black of abyss of every hell
Their is a beautiful story to tell
Of how somthing so nice becomes so evil
And usually ends in a virtue of deceival

XoXo Red Fox

Happiness isnt meant for the wretched souls of todays society

Broken open
sadly hoping
for an hour less
of struggled breath
for her dreams are wings
her death is flight
she wont take off
'til she dies tonight

Push a little harder.
Cut a little deeper.
Bleed a little longer.
Die a little faster.

Suicide is just a way of telling god "you cant fire me, I quit"!!

The brightest light cast the darkest shawdow.

Home is where you can find a decent graveyard and people disappear without awkward questions.

You cant spell slaughter without laughter...

Someone pull the trigger please,
only then would all my pain cease.

Stained with blood and marked with hate.