Darkness is the souls of mortals. The coil of lice that surrounds them, blame your idols for things that fail. All is their fault as you dismiss responsibility. Your inane points of view reek of insecurity and your love is as thin as this plastic world. Your name is not known to the masses and as time passes, you are a rotting corpse that breathes.
found on illwillpress.com, all credit goes to Johnathan Ian Mathers
Wraths_Kin · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 03:01am · 1 Comments |