It is in the vampyric lull Of the forsaken Ra That I will shed my skin To dance naked in the streets
Why not??? You’ve molested my existence all your lives. A simple 14 year-old kid you thought. A simple child that doesn’t deserve to live anymore. A bloodsoaked mind, a cut and bruised body, a torn spirit. Force-feed some more broken glass, I enjoy it. Beat me with a bat again, why not??? You think because… Continue reading Kill Me….