The bed where death lay crying,
Is where I rest my head...
Twisted yellow teeth, seen behind the cocky little...
That rests perinatal upon his red painted lips...
If god ever hated anyone, it was you
And I'm with him because I hate you too...
Full of wisdom
Full of light...
I woke up in the streets
Wondering why are there beeps...
It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...
Im emo dabadeedabadi
i slit my wrists and hate life...
Unleash the demons within you
Cry for Bloodshed...
Life would be easier,
If I were just to die...
I penetrated the scintillation in your iris
It sends glares of fire over this frigid...
I'm soo tired of being alive my life is a waste...
i will never be loved. i want to kill my self...
The wooden ceiling
The dirt blanket...