And then the world ended, and all was dimolished.. There was no longer a thought left, only an illusion of what some people have come to call life.. People sometimes look at the world as something beauitiful… But where is the beauty..


How I feel about Suicide. I don’t. I don’t particularily like suicide, it’s just something that happens. The begining stages of suicide. That just happens to, I cut myself to feel and to bleed, that’s my relase that’s how I escape my everyday problems. I just cut myself, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t inflict any… Continue reading Suicide


I live in a world A world in which I control I live in a world Where I torture your condemned soul