• My deprassed soul fears nothing, not even death or corruption.I keep myself from people, not loooking for something simple. I tair open a new wound , not caring if it looks like a tomb.I bare my arms towards my scars , with my hands full of blood seeping into a tub.These scars are memories from past in present, leaving nothin but blood and rasent.

    My life is nothing more then a spec, left hear to wedder with no regrate.

    emo