She brings the blade to her skin__.&&. releases the paiin from wiithiin. |
Stab this knife into my heart and let my blood run dry |
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic |
We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. |
The agony in my fears mirrors the blood of my bitter solitude. |
We ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us. |
I try to close my eyes |
"Another day nearer the battle, |
It's better to be an open sinner then a false saint. |
Darkness is a symbol of thought and one |