"Unfortunately, killing is one of those things that gets easier every time you do it."

Once upon a time........the stars fell.

My knife is cold
my blood is red
my heart is broken
my life is dead

My body turns cold & blue as i lie on the floor DEAD.

For every slip of the blade, it's another memory made.

Im done, its over
i cant go on
this pain is so deep
why does it have to be lyk this??
why are things so hard??
if i could, id be gone

Never take a friend for advantage because you never know when they'll leave us all.

Why is it that good always over comes the bad but death rules over all?

Out of my poem "Why is it?" EJ

Maybe when im dead. You'll realise what you did to me...

I hope when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river . Anything except sticking me in a cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on you on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.