Red roses are just white ones covered with blood... nothing else...

Life is death just waiting to happen

You can't break me any more than you already have.

Honey, "sorry" can't bring me back to life.

How far can we go before we break
How long can I wait

No Tears, No Fears, No Heartache or pain. Jsut Emptiness. there is a fine line between death and Meth

~Pain in my veins cause me to bleed black blood~

In a place like this.. you dont need a match to light a fire

I wouldn't call it a disorder I'd call it control

The wounds are deep, but perhaps the ones that cannot be seen are worse.