No matter how deep you cut, You'll never reach my heart, for it is no longer there

Run, my friend, run towards the open arms of death.For that's the only place you'll find peace.

Fading photos hanging on time-stained walls,
Tortured souls trapped in empty halls.

In my world there is no happiness
no colour.
just a depressing blackness
they have taken it.
my colour, my happiness
will i ever see it again?

No matter how hard and how deep you cut, You'll never touch my heart, Thats how I feel

An everlasting love calls for an eturnity an eturnity calls for an excange of blood.

Separated I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
-DC Talk-Jesus Freak

The Beast that dwells within, is carved of stone and sin.

The shadows creep, only as I try to sleep.
Sane?
yes, the only problem is my brain.

I'm not living in a mess, I'm living in Chaos..