Twisted minds blend well together in perfect agony.

"Sleep.
Those little slices of death.
How I loathe them."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Even the truth holds lies. nothing known, nothing felt, life is a disguise

Sorry I can't be everything you want and need.. sometimes all that is left is to just breathe.. even that is not enough to continue to see. emptiness may just be Me.

In pain, see you there.

"Caring is meaningless without action."

The Darkeness Shall Consume Your Poor Excuse For A Soul!

This pain feels like heaven
But I want the Devil
To accept his child

As the blood is washed away, the chalk outline will remain. It is a reminder of where you took your last leap of faith and became immortal.

As hard as some of us push to cross the line from life to death, how many are trying to push the line from death to life.