It's better to cry from the eyes |
"Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them." |
There is no point to this thing called life. We live, we die, we are forgotten. |
Rip out my heart, put it out of it's misery. |
Anger doesn't even begin to explain it |
BLONDE TO BLACK |
SCARS ARE STORIES ...JUST WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR BODY... |
Let me tell you this:if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, its not because they enjoy solitude. Its because they have tried to blend into the world before and people continue to disappoint them. |
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave |
As the river runs red with the blood of the innocent; the weak shall rise and the strong shall fall. |