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A path to death

Escorts of death

Shedding the mortal skin

We sometimes have pain on the inside, but we cannot see it, so we damage ourselves to make it become real.

I think of myself as ex-sane There are no morals in my brain Don't look for my humanity You will merely find my insanity The rage is out of ..

She walks down the old muddy road Alongside an old and ruined wall Miles of countryside stretches out in front of her. She thinks to herself tha..

A dark poem

The best friends who went where we could not follow.

Forgot what you think you know I am on a different life flow I enter my dreams to escape out onto an unknown landscape Reality holds no reins..

Getting taken advantage off