Without the darkness how can we tell what is light.

He's her drug
She's addicted
It will kill her
He will kill her

Stories never end. They just reform.

Frantic and crazed
I grab a razorblade
and skin pain
As it digs in
Tears flow
Blood streams
and all I can hear
Is my own screams

Death, is only the beginning.

It's you and me against the world.
We attack at dawn.

If the twisted soul had a mind you might just get my poetry.

"thin is the best feeling in the world; it is worth every little thing I do and everything I go through to reach perfection and equally satisfaction with my alien body!"

DEATH IS A SHORT PHASE OF PAIN AND SUFFERING"

The slu+ wasnt worth my devotion so i proposed to the angel