How I Feel

Everyday Is Lonely, No One With Me, No One To Hold Me. I Try To Overcome The Pain, Hold Back The Tears, Try And Stay Sane. But Day-By-Day It Eats Away My Soul, Darkening My Heart, My Spirit’s A Black Hole. This Dark Agony Has Become My Being, It’s What I Am, No Need For Fleeing. Why Must Life Be So Empty, Void Of Emotions, Without Any Pity? The Anger Of Desertion Burns Brighter Than Fire, Consuming My Soul, Revenge Is Now A Desire. A Lust For Resolution, A Wish Of Death, My Demise Is My Only Solution. So I Say “Goodbye And Good Riddence” To This Sad, Cold World, I’m Leaving Now That My Story Has Been Told.

By Desolate Animus

I like the night. Yes, it's nice. I can't see ANYTHING..but it's still cool. People are stupid, most of them anyway. They're totally convinced life is this great and happy expirence (Or whatever I can't spell) if you make it. They're wrong. It's HORRIBLE! ....I dunno if that counts as a "Bio" but, uhm, yeah, that's what I think..