Grant us peaceof our unnatural sins,that sweet release as death begins.For a lease on lifeby "devouring" othersis full of great strifemaking "meat" of another…With blood of the innocentdripping down across my mind,my eyes red luminescentthinking of a past left behind.Of the friends I had madeand those I let downyet now I am afraidof finally shutting down.Yet I know deep insidethis is how it has to be, for humans to make strideyou have to kill me...
Toni mastertfrf
depression, sadness, thoughts