The Voices..
They won't stop...
Sometimes I feel addicted to death,
sometimes I feel afraid to walk ahead...
I just don't understand
Why you did what you did...
Running...
Away from it all...
Her heart was ripped
Ripped apart from her soul...
You stabbed me in the back
when you told me you cheated...
She walk past in a rush.
She doesn't want them to see her tears...
The Middle Of Everything.
Sparks of blood fly through the air...
Graveyard
Sorrowful songs plays...
They keep me in a little cage
And take me out to use my rage...
Only son to extremely proud parents
Your joyous sunrise was April 20, 1982...
Each and everyday people are killed by overdosing...
But there are people out there with uncureable...