I hear their screams fill the air.
The bloodcurdling tormenting sound...

My love, I write this for you.
Your name may stand for sorrow and depression...

He was perfect.
Pure white, dark brown eyes, the cutest litte...

The burning pain inside my gut,
the tearing away of my skin...

Walking slowly home in the midnight sun,
walking along the river where to blood runs...

I feel them crawling in my flesh with every breath...
I feel them engross my brain, now in a lot of...