Darkness rules over me,when I sleep or awake,it will never stop hunting me.All they give me are drugs to subdue the attack,when is the war gunna’ come?
am i gunna’ be able to fight it? Iv seen it…the dark and lowest part of life,if you can even call it life,it isnt what some say it to be,its discusting,and yet….beautiful. The scream’s rush over my body like water,and the blade’s sting me like molten lava.The buzzing of the still night is the only thing to calm my soul,the cold crisp night air cool’s my blood to the tip of death,so far ….and yet so close to me,grasping me,enclosing me,its cold hand embrasing me like the father i never had.